Moontrap

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120 feet.

100 feet, 3.5 down, 9 forward.

5%.

Quantity light.

75 feet. And it's looking good, down 0.5.

6 forward.

60 seconds.

Light's on.

Down 2.5.

Forward. Forward.

40 feet down, 2.5.

Kicking up some dust.

30 feet, 2.5 down. Faint shadow.

4 forward.

4 forward, drifting to the right a little.

Down 0.5.

30 seconds.

Contact light.

Okay, engine stop.

Tranquility Base, here.

The Eagle has landed.

Okay, Neil, we can see you coming down.

I'm at the foot of the ladder.

I'm gonna step off the LM now.

That's one small step for man,

one giant leap for mankind.

Tranquillity Base, Houston.

And you're cleared for take-off.

8, 7, 6, 5...

Abort Stage, Engine Arm, Ascent.

Beautiful.

Very smooth.

Very quiet ride.

Good morning, good morning!

The future is here, the future is now.

It's the 1990s.

This is the start of a brand new decade

full of thrills, chills, excitment.

So, let's hear from one

of our regular listeners,

the man you all know and love,

the man you've all been waiting for...

Jason Grant!

That you, Phil?

You guys must be bored too.

Just doing my job, buddy.

Keeping tabs you.

We don't want you skipping out,

taking the hardware for a joy ride.

Don't I wish?

Listen to us, Phil.

I can't believe how routine

this whole business has become.

Guess you can get used to anything, huh?

Say, how about putting Koreman on?

I got an important question for him.

He's here. Hang on.

Hey, Chuck, what's the weather like today?

You don't wanna know.

Why torture yourself?

What the hell, I'm a masochist. Tell me.

Well, high 70s.

Nice breeze off the Gulf.

Not a cloud in the sky.

Oh! Why did you have to tell me?

I suppose you got the usual 4 o'clock

tea-off time at Briarwood.

Matter of fact, I do.

I wanna try that new 3-Wood.

Harv says it'll cut two strokes off my game.

No, I can't take it anymore.

I bet I can drive the green

on that 8th hole.

You know, the one where

the palm trees block the trap.

Enough already!

I'm looking out my window right now and

I, sure as hell, don't see any palm trees.

Hey, you asked for it, buddy!

So, what do you see?

Anything to write home about?

Same old thing.

Never thought I'd say this,

but I've been on this job too long.

Guess I'm just starting to realize that.

Yeah, but you wanted adventure.

High adventure. And you got it!

You call this adventure?

Come on, I'm a truck driver.

Maybe you just need a little time off.

A couple of weeks in Mexico

when you get back.

Lie on the beach, play some golf.

I don't know. I gotta do something

to liven this place up!

The final frontier.

The space shuttle Camelot

journeys into the void

braiding the dark depths of the universe.

Manned by the daring and adventurous

Colonel Jason Grant.

And...

his dynamic partner,

Commander Ray Tanner.

Who at this very moment

is probably dreaming about...

food.

Hey, Houston, when we get back,

Tanner and I are gonna organize a campaign

to get rid of this freeze-dried crap.

What do you think about that?

Sorry, Jason.

We can't have you guys cleaning linguini

and clam sauce out of the air filters.

But I'm hungry. For real food!

I'll make a reservation for you at Demitre's.

Now, you better wake up sleeping beauty.

That wounded bird's coming your way.

Can't miss the pick-up.

Roger, Houston. Will do.

Check with you when we got it in the bay.

Not bad. Pretty quick.

It's just training, habit.

From the old days of

carrier duty on the Med.

Plus, let's face it...

Clean living.

My ass.

Oh, and let's not forget youthful energy.

You're not as young as

you used to be either, buddy.

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