I've never seen someone so confused by a horse.
Yeah, I think I'll stick to voyaging in daytime from now on.
If this is what martians look like, I'm not surprised their population has dwindled to one.
Alternate title: "The Sea Men"
You've somehow gotten a giant clock stuck around your neck and your first instinct is to lick it?
"Hey! A little help? I promise, my bark is worse than my bite! Ha ha! Just a little tree humor there. Seriously though, this is really quite painful!"
You'd think anyone going to Venus would pack more than a single pair of tighty-whities. Or maybe we should be thankful he remembered that much.