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May. 19th, 2009 @ 03:17 am
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"Oh, hey Big Brain. Howz the rockit scientist gig goin'?"
"It was going fine. It's actually why I called you Ben. I have a favor to ask, one involving a space shuttle."
"Wuz goin' fine? That don't sound much like /is/ goin' fine. But you know all ya gotta do is ask if there's somethin' ya need."
"There is something I need from you Ben. How would you like to fly a rocket?"
"Told'ja big brain, back in our college days, if'n ya ever built that super rocket you talked about in all those big words, I'd fly it for ya. But I ain't exactly got NASA clearance."
"I wouldn't worry about clearance Ben, since the rocket hasn't even got clearance to launch. They shut down the program, but I still intend on going into space. The rocket's practically all set to go."
"This the same Reed Richards I know? Breakin' regulations an' not worryin' about clearance? Aw'right then, this I gotta see. You got'cherself a pilot."
"Thanks Ben. I wouldn't want anyone else as pilot. Normally I'd never do something as reckless as launching a rocket without permission, but this is just too important. Now, I need to call Susan and tell her about the change in plans."
"Yeah yeah, you do that, big brain. You let Suzie know an' I'll talk at'cha later. You can give me the where and when when ya got it all worked out."
"I will Ben. I'll talk to you later. Thanks again."
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