The cabin door on the super-secret spaceplane is a hollow core plywood number like you'd find at your uncle the unemployed alcoholic's homeless shelter day room.
The AI computer on the super-secret spaceplane pronounces nuclear "nu-q-ler."
Rotting clams in August heat don't smell as bad as this.
I dunno...maybe everyone was blackmailed into making this Rwandan sewer tour.
Xanax...need xanax.
Review of Meteor Moon
