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The following transmission is classified

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Date/Time:  27 May 2020

Location:  Cape Canaveral, FL

 

Dragon 1 this is Flight.  Initiate system checklist
Flight this is Dragon 1.  We copy to initiate system checklist.

Actuators?

Go flight.

Gymbals?

Go flight

Engine Brake?

Go flight

Telemetry?

Go flight

Dragon 1, this is flight. We’re getting an update on the weather report within the hour, hold fast.

Flight, Dragon 1.  Roger that.

NOT ROGER.  SPACE SMITH NOT NAMED ROGER.  NO CALL SPACE SMITH ROGER!

Flight, Dragon 1.  Repeat last transmission?

Dragon 1, this is flight.  Copy that.  We’ll get that updated weather report, shortly.

Flight, Dragon 1.  Roger….

Meanwhile….at mission control…

“Did anybody else hear that transmission?“

”Roger dodger that.  Dragon 1 copied last on the weather report.”

”You aren’t on the radio you fuckwit.”

“Roger that, I’m not on the radio.”

”When this launch is over, I’m going to discuss my feelings with the two of you.  Its stressful enough here with this launch, this virus, the spiraling descent of American democracy into fascism, my Chow mix losing patches of fur, racism bleeding over into personal interactions in public parks…I just can’t…”

”Your finger is on push to talk you fuckwit.  Now Dragon 1 knows all about your feelings.”

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Meanwhile…in Dragon 1 capsule…

”Can you believe that guy?”

”Space is no place for your feelings.”

”Apparently neither is New York.  Can you believe that Karen?  Calling the cops because a black guy intruded her bubble.”

”That guy did intrude her bubble.  He tried to lure her dog away.”

SPACE SMITH INTRUDE UPON PERSON BUBBLE

”Total alpha move.  He saw she was shit-testing him and won over dominance of her dog.  Now even her cocker spaniel knows she answers to him.”

”What are you talking about?  She lost her job for that.”

”That guy is straight up BASED.”

NOW SPACE SMITH CONFUSED

“She was in the wrong the entire time by having the dog off leash.  Now she has no job, no prospects because she’s a brutal racist, and her dog doesn’t even answer to her.  That’s how you beat feminist hypergamy.  Thats how radical feminism gets beaten.  She challenges your rightful place as the ALPHA, you put her right back down and make sure she knows she’s the bitch.”

SPACE SMITH THINK TOO COMPLICATED.  SPACE SMITH JUST RAPE ROCKET

”What?”

”BASED.”

Back at mission control…

“What is going on here?  What is shimmying the rocket?”

”Its the storm.”

”The rocket is too distraught to fly today, its trembling with fear.  Fear of the virus, fear of fascism, fear of racism seeping its way into everything…”

”All of you fucking people need to get a grip.”  A short man in a cheap suit said in the back corner of the room.  Moist patches of sweat permeated his gray, woolen jacket.  His skin tallow.  Stubby fat fingers gripped a cigarette and a small device wired to his facemask.  He clicked the button in the device to revealing the facemask opening up.  He placed the cigarette to his jaundiced lips, and took a long, sweet drag.

Who is this guy?”

”Never mind who I am.  I’m just the guy everyone calls on to save them from themselves.  ‘Oh, this virus will kill us all!  Save me Mr. Government goon man!’  ‘Its fascists coming to get us, save us Mr. Government man’.  Do you think I like being called out here to Americas wang every time SPACE SMITH rapes a rocket?  Do you think I like being the guy that has to solve everything?”

”…Yes.”

“You’re goddamn right I do.  It gives me a reason to lord over all of you cucks.”  He opened the mask again to take another drag.

“What should we do then?”

”I dunno. The government doesn’t own this rocket.  Call the owner.”

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…Meanwhile…at SpaceX headquarters

“Mr. Musk.”

”Stop.  What did I ask you about that?”

”About what?”

”If you were going to call me ‘Mr. Musk’ you will do so only while wearing a pair of sequence panties, and a pair of high heels.”

”Sorry, Elon.”

”Too late for you now, you best go find your new uniform.”

”Yes Elon.”

”Thats Mr. Musk to you.”

”Yes, Mr. Musk.”

”Mmm.  Now what did you need me for?”

”You have a call from Kennedy.”

MMM. What does she want?”

”Not that Kennedy.”

The aide handed musk the phone, and left the room while trying to hop on one leg, taking off his skinny jeans.

”This is Elon…listen it is no concern to me when you launch off this spinning disk in space…Its the Jews again.  Listen, if you mess with Jews, you will lose…SPACE SMITH…I’m not commenting…

 

…on that.  Just take a red pill and leave me the fuck alone.”

Meanwhile…Back at mission control

 

”Elon wasn’t any help.  Now what do we do?”

My vagina is down here.

“I dunno .” He put out his cigarette.  “Scrap it until Saturday, throw Bill Nye on to entertain the retards with his color commentary—“

”Color commentary is triggering.”

”Perfect.  Put that asshole on TV.  Later bitches.  SPACE SMITH was never here, just blame the weather.”