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