I don't even give that much a fuck about nachos. A trip to the moon would be badass, though. Plus I could meet Sam Rockwell!
Well, at least I get free nachos as long as I'm alive.
You moon nerds clearly didn't realize that there is no stipulation preventing you from accidentally getting your corpse crushed into insulation panels that happen to be on a spacecraft going to the moon and back.
And you nacho jerkoffs didn't realize there's no stipulation preventing feces from being their primary topping
SO SCREW YOU I'd rather some astronaut wonder why one of their walls looks particularly hairy than eat poop.