Caption:
“Blast! The controls are jammed! … We’re headed straight for Mr. Sun!”
Alt text:
US
Houston do we have a situation?
All green down here.
We appear to be on a collision course with the sun.
All according to mission parameters.
Sir? Could you explain?
Rodger that, since the dawn of our earliest ancestors we’ve worship the Sun god Huitzilopochtli, but he demands regular Human sacrifices to maintain cosmic order, but our kind has grown arrogant and stopped his blood sacrifices, we seek to appease this Harsh cravings by sending the sacrifice directly to the Sun.
Copy that Houston, can I call him Hulu?
I think this one was badly cropped. From memory the next line is “ and might I add, those are my sunglasses you are wearing”
You’re actually thinking of a different but similar comic:
Kind of feels like the same joke TBH