What Does Your Favorite Planet Say About You?
You think you're hot shit, and that's cause you are. But like too hot. Like so hot that you're unapproachable. On the plus side you're definitely going to be extinguished before all your peers so why bother even trying to make real connections?
You're the person who waits till Feburary 15th and swoops in to buy all the discount candy. Gold star, you're smart while also having a really contentious relationship with, well, relationships.
You might not be the center of the universe, but you may as well be cause you're the only one in the solar system with a life. Although something tells me you might be getting evicted soon so enjoy it while you can.
You're really misunderstood. Everybody sees a red, hulking exterior and assumes that you just want to fight all the time, but in reality you have many hidden depths. Also you have this sick robotic dog that you taught to draw dicks.
You already had your 15 minutes of fame when you were in that Keenan and Kel sketch and now you star in Where Are They Now? features on BuzzFeed.com.
NO ONE IS SHINIER THAN YOU. NOT EVEN LADY GAGA.
You've sent more dick pics than the number of people you actually know. Don't snapchat me.
I only know one thing about you since you keep yourself an arm's length from everyone except Uranus (why do you hang out with that guy) and it's that you're dense. Really fucking dense. Like you could probably crush coal into diamonds with your bare fists. You're Terry Crews. Congratulations.
You've fully phased into your otherkin form: a renaissance dwarf from the 51st century. Fare well on thine quest through the Kupier Belt to the far reaches of Milky Way intrepid traveler.