Yeah, Leighton, it was. We killed a bottle of George Dickel between us the night before.

"Sair heids th' morn! Aw-haw-hey, we're the wee boys!" sez I, springin' oot m'kip none worse for wear, but Eeyore, er, I mean, Keith... he was a bit thick-headed that mornin'...


"I'm gonna have to science the schit out of this." Mark Watney, Sol 59, Mars