I wouldn't ask if I knew, dickhead

From the space shuttle:

Hi, Jeff?

Hey, you know what? I'm fucking lost.

What?
Yes, I am a long way from home.
What?
Yeah, I told you dickhead, I'M LOST.
What?
I don't know where I am stupid, then I wouldn't call for help, would I?
Well, I don't know. Some silly vaults...
And a green metal man who shows his very tiny willie with a smile that's lingering on his lips.
He holds a fish in his arms too.
And more, to the right: some kind of wanna-be sky scraper.
And small blue metal snakes or something, lots of them, everywhere.
Eating people.

And... and...
Wait.

There's a CoconutCherryCherryDreamPuffGirls-something-Gang here.
No, it's true. Just caught the sight of them.
They're drinking Caffe Latte, I swear.
What do you mean? How many?

No, they're not four.

There's five of them.

The fat one who tries not to eat chocolate bars at night, eventually.
The tiny one who has fallen in love, everlasting May in her ribcage, poor skinny bicycle.
The one who talks and always wears silly ribbons, who strives for power, hey, and tries to be the second hand of Her:

the one who's got the power to choose whether they should drink regular Coke or Diet Coke, whether they'll go to that party or that party, wear that kind of clothes or not, whether they should eat or vomit or just starve and smile.

What?

No.

Five of them, I told you.

What?

The fifth?

The one who's silent, although her heart roars like a Tiger.

No, she's here.
She's still here, drinking Caffe Latte.