Prepare and Maneuver
Three astronauts ready themselves for liftoff.
Of course, the private commander of the space mission had to throw up. Miguela Sommers cleaned her mouth with one of the disposable wipes that flushed out into space with her vomit.
“It’s only right that you spit up, Miguela,” Mission Specialist Roddy McNorton smiled.
“Yes, it’s my ritual whenever we’re about to launch.”
“So you’re always like this just before liftoff?” Mission Specialist Nikki Bean asked.
“I am. And welcome again, Nikki. We’re going to have fun up there. It’ll take time but we’re going to prepare and maneuver.”
“That should be written down as a motto,” McNorton observed.
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