I woke with a start. Something wasn't right. I bolted upright, gasping at the fact that I was surrounded by outer space.

Where am I?

A voice boomed overhead. "What are Baristas in space paid with? Starbucks!"

I jumped. "W-who's there?" I stammered.

"Einstein had a theory about space.... it was about time, too!" it continued.

"Show yourself!" I squeaked.

I searched for a weapon. The only thing in sight was a few pebbles, but I reached down and grabbed them anyway.

My eyes popped open when I stood up. For then I saw the sign: "Planet of Dad Jokes."