Ed slowly climbs out of his weldeserved winterdepression..

Ed= fresh as a little pear

Ed's mood would best be labelled as "unstable"

Ed is pretty muc done and over with...

"1...2...3... and hop."

Ed desperately starts the powerful engines of his moon-rocket, in the search for fun.

Bah! Here on the moon there's also not a shit to do!!

Maybe on a warmer spot?

Well, nice temperature in here, but not so much cosiness...

Maybe underneath this manhole cover?

Hmm..also not really a lot fun to find in this place...

The party-atmosphere in Ed's rectum is now at its lowest