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Gene Goatsworth watched the screen in horror as his oldest son, Parker, went on a detailed rant about how "the moon landing was fake" and how "Goatsworth was on drugs."

He stopped the video five minutes in, before he could hear anything more, and screamed for his son.

"What, Dad? I'm busy!" Parker whined, staring at his phone as he entered the room.

"Busy telling more lies?" Gene motioned in the direction of the video pulled up on the computer.

Parker grinned. "You watched my video? What did you think?"

Gene's eyes blazed. "How could you betray me and science with these ridiculous lies?"

Parker rolled his eyes. "I knew you wouldn't admit to any of it. Come on, Dad. You really want me to believe you went to the moon? The actual moon. That whole story of a cloned 'Neil Armstrong'?" He made quotation marks with his hooves. "Clearly GNASA gave you some drugs and convinced you that they took you to the moon. You know, when you first got back I was almost sure that it happened, but what evidence do we have?"

"A FIRST-HAND ACCOUNT FROM YOUR FATHER!"

"We just went over why that's not valid. Besides, they tested you and you were positive for hallucinogens."

"Well, what about Aphrodite and Persephone?" Gene asked smugly, sure that his son would have to admit defeat. "They went with me!"

"They were both put in the crazy pen. I don't think that helps your case."

Gene blinked. "All the advances both humans and goats made to make space travel possible and you choose not to believe it's real."

"Pffft, you believe in humans?"

Gene was so enraged he could hardly speak. "GO TO YOUR ROOM!" he screeched, not waiting to see if Parker obeyed before turning to the computer.

Gene picked up his phone and made a cross-planet call to the moon.

"Neil, I need you to film yourself telling the story of how we met and send it to me so that I can prove to my son that I really did make it to the moon and that you really do exist."

"Oh, are you kidding me? Which kid is calling us a liar? I ought to fly down to earth right now and teach him a lesson!" Neil said heatedly.

"Could you do that?" Gene asked hopefully.

"Sure could!" He exclaimed. "See you in three days!"

Gene hung up the phone smugly and decided to bide his time and wait to show Parker just how true his story was.

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A loud BOOM was heard outside the Goatsworth house. The vibrations of a spaceship coming in for landing rattled the windows and made the leaves fall from the trees.

"Where is he?" Neil burst out of the rocket. "Where's the kid?"

Gene smugly pointed towards Parker, whose jaw had dropped in shock.

"How?" he muttered.

Gene whipped out his phone and livestreamed Neil running over to his son and picking him up by his shirt collar.

"Not cool, my dude! Not cool!" Neil shook him back and forth. "Still going to deny I existed? Huh?"

Parker shrieked and kicked Neil right in the stomach. Neil dropped Parker as the air escaped him, but it didn't take long for him to recover. Neil reached into his pocket and began launching moon-shrooms and moon rocks at Parker as he bolted towards the back door of the house.

"Here's your proof!" He shouted. "Also your father and I are very disappointed with your life choices. They are so not tubular!"

When Parker was out of sight in the house, Neil turned towards Gene.

"For those of you watching, I do exist! I refuse to let anyone hate on my dude, Gene. That's totally not cool and I'm not going to put up with it." Neil put his hands on his hips. "Next time I see a video discrediting my dude here, I will personally fly to your house and tell everyone how not cool you are! Also, Linda if you're watching this: Hi! Sorry I couldn't stay for dinner. I'm a shroomatarian!"

With that, Neil A. climbed back into his ship and rocketed back to the moon. The video had millions of views and Parker never posted anything else again.