[CC] [countdown]
[CC] You're a jerk, Thom.
[CC] Look Celia, we have to follow our passions
[CC] ...you have your robotics, and I [CC] just want to be awesome in space.
[CC] Why don't you just admit that [CC] you're freaked out by my robot hand?
[CC] I'm not freaked out by- it's...
[CC] ...alright! Fine!
[CC] I'm freaked out! I have nightmares [CC] that I'm being chased...
[CC] ...by these giant robotic claws of death...
[CC] "Fourty years later" [CC] Whatever, Thom. We're done.
[CC] Robot's memory synced and locked!
[CC] This is pretty freaky.
[CC] Shouldn't you be down there?
[CC] I heard you guys talking last night.
[CC] It's not my fault, you know.
[CC] Are you ready?
[CC] Of course you're ready, you're a rockstar.
[CC] How's it looking, Barley?
[CC] We should have about ten minutes...
[CC] Well that's perfect.
[CC] We're on in one! All systems go! [CC] Yeah you, go!
[CC] Go! Move your asses! Go go go!
[CC] I love it! Come on, go!
[CC] That's nice.
[CC] Nothing to worry about.
[CC] Thom.
[CC] There she is.
[CC] Now.
[CC] You love her.
[CC] She is your passion!
[CC] Be tender to her.
[CC] Be honest! Eh- be tender.
[CC] Remind her what love is.
[CC] ...and, action!
[CC] Memory overwrite in progress!
[CC] You're a jerk, Thom!
[CC] Ohp- Sorry! Sorry.
[CC] Look Celia.