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Monday, January 19, 2004
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Friday, January 23, 2004
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January 19, 2004: Al: What are you doing, Kepler? Kepler: Trainin to go to Mars! I'm 14 years old now, so by the time NASA gets the mission ready in 2030, I'll be 40 years old, perfect for a Mars astronaut! Al: You haven't aged in the past six years, what makes you think you'll age in the next 26? Kepler: Silence!
January 21, 2004: Kepler: Part of training for a Mars mission is being able to stand isolation. Al;s going to tshut me in this box so I can learn how to keep myself occupied during a year-long trip! (Kepler gets sealed in box that says "Mars or Bust" on the outside, then starts to sing) 9 million bottles of beer on the wall... Al: 5 minutes. Dana: That's gonna be one long year.
January 23, 2004: Kepler: That's one small step... no. Because it was there! Yech. Klaatu... barata... nikto... uh... necktie? Al: What are you doing now? Kepler: If I'm going to be the first person to walk on Mars, I need to say something that will be remembered for the ages. Any suggestions? Al: Be second. No one cares what Buzz Aldrin said. Kepler: We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, shoot to kill... nah.
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