NARRATOR: 75,000 light-years away, in Sol system...
BRISTLECONE: SSTC has re-routed our approach, General.
GEN. TAGON: AGAIN? How bad is it this time?
BRISTLECONE: We won't reach Earth-local traffic for another six days. We'll arrive at Mall-One about half a day after that.
GEN. TAGON: I'll go break the bad news to our passengers.
BRISTLECONE: Would you like me to take care of that for you, General?
GEN. TAGON: No. I've delivered worse news than this before.
BRISTLECONE: Indeed. And you use the same "would-you-like-me-to-help-plan-the-funeral" tone for everything.
Let me put a good spin on this, sir.
GEN. TAGON: Fine. I'm excited to see what you come up with.
NARRATOR: Four minutes later...
NICK: Cool! Can we talk during the show?
BRISTLECONE: Ancient Earth documentaries suggest that talking during this sort of show is required.
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