Stanley, having vanquished the lunar menace, found himself in a peculiar situation. He was alone on the moon, with nothing but his thoughts and the remnants of the Apollo 13 mission for company. Among the detritus, he discovered a large ziplock bag filled with a strange, dried plant material. He recognized it instantly as marijuana, a substance he had only encountered in hushed whispers and the occasional college party.

Alongside the bag, he found a worn-out copy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Stanley, being a man of science and not much for fiction, had never read it. But now, with time to kill and a newfound curiosity, he decided to give it a go.

Stanley, in his lunar solitude, decided to experiment with the astronauts’ forgotten stash. He fashioned a makeshift pipe from a piece of moon rock and lit up. The smoke was harsh and tasted like dust, but it did the trick. Stanley found himself laughing at the absurdity of his situation, alone on the moon, getting high and reading a sci-fi novel.

As he delved into the pages of the book, Stanley found himself drawn into the world of Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect. He laughed at the absurdity of the situations, the dry wit of the narrative, and the ridiculousness of the characters. The marijuana seemed to enhance the experience, making the book even more hilarious and engaging.

Stanley found himself laughing out loud at the Guide’s advice to always carry a towel, and the description of the Vogon’s poetry as the third worst in the universe. He imagined himself as a character in the book, traveling through space and encountering strange and hilarious situations.

But as he read and laughed, Stanley began to feel a strange sensation. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were glowing, just like the moon rocks he had used to defeat the creature. He panicked, thinking he was turning into a moon rock himself. He tried to stand up, but his legs felt like jelly and he fell back down, laughing uncontrollably.

Stanley spent the rest of the day in a state of high hilarity, convinced he was turning into a moon rock and laughing at the absurdity of it all. He read the entire Hitchhiker’s Guide, laughing at the jokes and marveling at the strange and wonderful universe it described.

As the effects of the marijuana wore off, Stanley realized he wasn’t turning into a moon rock. He was just high. He laughed at his own paranoia and decided that maybe fiction wasn’t so bad after all.

Stanley, the man who had journeyed to the moon in search of energy, had found something else entirely. He had found laughter, adventure, and a newfound appreciation for the absurd. He had discovered that even in the face of danger and the unknown, there was always room for humor and imagination.

And so, Stanley, the average man with an extraordinary fascination for the moon, found himself on a new adventure. An adventure not of science and discovery, but of laughter, imagination, and the absurd. An adventure that, despite its hilarity, was just as important and just as real as his journey to the moon.