I'm your home planet's cold and dusty little brother. My "day" is a bit under 40 minutes longer than yours. You've dropped a couple interesting bouncy/rovery things down onto me and flown around me a bit, but so far you just seem like a curious lot.
If you tried to breathe here without some help, you'd be screwed, I'm afraid. What little atmosphere I do have is mostly Carbon Dioxide with a touch of Nitrogen and a few other trace elements. My gravity is only about 1/3 of yours so you could all pogo and/or "Jump up Jump up and get down." to your hearts content.... provided you could find a way to breathe, of course.
A SPECIAL NOTE TO OUR ASTROLOGER FRIENDS: Look, I love the attention and all, but it's not always my fault when you get pissed off at your Sig. O, or your co-workers, or your car breaks down, or wars start between your nations, or you do (or don't) end up in bed with someone you hardly know, or you bounce checks, get hotheaded, etc. I hate to be the one to say it, but it might just be that some of you are short-tempered, horny, and don't maintain your vehicle or your check ledger. You can't possibly blame that all on me.
Can't we just be friends?
TO THE ASTRONOMERS:Keep up the good work.
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