Sylvia: This place looks great. Not too small, and no giant bees.
Wander: Hey, look! The sun’s about to rise!
[Sun with an ugly face starts shrieking at the top of its lungs]
Wander: According to the smart-map, the days here are 42 hours.
Sylvia: Welp. Now it’s this or we give up. Because that cob planet is off the table.