Well Green, it looks like they've left me no other choice.
You getting in the cannon?
I have to get to Red Base One.
Still internationally recognized as the moon.
Red Base One.
I have to live there for two weeks so that I get squatter's rights and then it'll be a nightmare to evict me.
Red, you can't shoot yourself to the moon in a cannon.
Green, my grandfather used to tell me to aim for the stars.
He said if you fall short, you might just hit the moon.
Or more likely drift off into the cold void of space with no hope of survival. The friction alone is gonna kill you.
Oh, it's fine. I smeared the inside of the cannon with petroleum jelly.
So you're saying dinosaurs died for this?!
I will honor their death.
So I've been thinking it might take a national economy to settle all your medical debts.
So maybe you can bring that up when you bargain for peace.