“When you gotta gotta go, and it’s really gonna flow, think of Uraaaaanuuuus,” you sing the catchy jingle that you’ve heard over and over on the interspace radio station ads under your breath, and set a course to penetrate it’s atmosphere.

However, after using the facilities, you remember there’s nothing else exciting about Uranus so you vacate the proximity before it starts to stink.  The time you’re having, that is.  Oddly enough, the planet is quite pristine, as if it was bleached regularly.