Testing . . . testing . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . .
Turning to fellow astronaut “I thought YOU had the keys!”
“Yatta!”
“Where’s the shitter?”
It’s a long flight.
Pete Conrad, Apollo 12.
This
Because of the obvious threat to untold numbers of citizens due to the crisis that is even now developing, this radio station will remain on the air day and night. This station and hundreds of other radio and TV stations throughout this part of the country are pooling their resources through an emergency network hook-up to keep you informed of all developments. At this hour, we repeat, these are the facts as we know them. There is an epidemic of mass murder being committed by a virtual army of unidentified assassins. The murders are taking place in villages and cities, in rural homes and suburbs with no apparent pattern nor reason for the slayings. It seems to be a sudden general explosion of mass homicide. We have some descriptions of the assassins. Eyewitnesses say they are ordinary-looking people. Some say they appear to be in a kind of trance. Others describe them as being misshapen monsters. At this point, there’s no really authentic way for us to say who or what to look for and guard yourself against.
“Holy shit, I’m sinking!!!”
And who’s gonna stop me? I’m on the freakin’ moon, baby!
My mind would be too boggle to think up something clever. I’d likely as not say, “Holy fuck, I’m on the MOON!”
“It looks just like the pictures”
StG
Me so horny!
One small step…wait, is that the er… you assholes really sent me moon!?
Hey! I can see my house from here!
I knew I should’ve turned left at Alba-koi-kee.
America got here.
Next?
And until then STFU
Talk about a way to lose weight!
Damn it’s dusty here. Up to me ankle she is.
I think it would be fun to step just off camera then say, "Well, I’m seeing craters and dust and…wait…what the fuck is that? Something just moved. My God, what IS that thing? HOLY SHIT, IT’S COMING RIGHT AT ME! Noooooooooooooooooooo…
Win!