Moon 44 Page #3

I think you got me confused with

somebody who takes you seriously.

Shut up, god damn it,

before you piss me off!

- Man's got a death wish.

- No. Man's got balls.

Sex!

I need sex, not boots, huh.

Hey fellas, looky here.

We got some real p*ssy!

Hey...

- That's enough.

- This is your Station commander, major Lee.

May I talk to you, major?

- Sargeant, throw them some raw meat.

- Yes, sir! You've heard the major!

The major is a very kind man...

- Who are those morons?

Welcome to the real world.

Listen, it's a company decision.

Prisoners come a hell of a lot

cheaper than pilots.

Yeah, well, our lives depend

upon those people, major!

- That's the way this company does it's business.

- Well, how can you accept that?

You should just take it easy.

Everything's gonna work out OK.

All new arrivals report

to crew quarters!

Sergeant!

Sir?

Put Stone on the first

training flight.

With pleasure.

Hi! Welcome to Moon 44.

My name is Tyler.

- Sh*t!

We only have just the one

air conditioniner in the back.

Great.

Hi. Welcome to Moon 44.

My name is Tyler.

Have I ceased to exist?

- Do you masturbate a lot?

- Come here, pretty boy!

You wanna move in with me?

Hey, kid, don't worry. Scooter's

a music lover, just like you.

What are you looking at?

Get that rat out of here!

He wants you to play first

trumpet in his band.

Yo, fighter pilot. I want you

to bunk next to me...

...you know, read me bedtime stories,

tuck me in. What do you say?

Hey, hey, hey! What are you

doing, man? That's my bunk!

Would you tell that guy to stop it?

That's my bunk he's playing with.

Was, buddy. Was.

You think you're

pretty tough, huh?

Well, we'll see how tough you are.

Wait 'till the end of the week.

If you're still alive.

Are you threatening me,

propeller-head?

- I'm just telling you the facts.

- Hey!

What facts?

What's going on?

- Sarge, these guys stole our bunks.

- Your bunks? This isn't a sand box, little man!

Where's the smartass?

I'm talking to you.

Congratulations.

You've got the first training flight.

Good luck.

Felix Stone, report to hangar 3.

What are you waiting for, Mr. Stone?

Have a nice flight!

Open bay doors.

Clear for take-off.

Alright, gentlemen,

step this way, please!

Alright, now listen up.

Stay cool, concentrate, you just

let old Tyler take care of the rest.

- OK. Well, this looks

pretty basic, Tyler.

- Try the red button.

- Red button?

- Starts the engine.

Hey, I'm impressed!

- Okay. Listen up!

- You're the boss.

Our defence system

is based on the

perfect interaction of

pilot and navigator.

You are separated but you

function as one unit.

So these wimps sit on their skinny

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