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The Intergalactic Bank of Memecoins was under lockdown. Enter Just a Chill NASA Guy—jetpack on, sunglasses glowing. Dodging space lasers, he casually moonwalked through the vault. “Boop.” He pressed one button, and golden coins flooded his spacesuit. As he drifted back to Earth, he whispered: “To the moon? Nah, been there.”