"Toro, if you seriously considering vomiting, please do it somewhere other than the main gear box. Your stomach acid isn't the best lubricant around." Ray groaned. "Speak for yourself Way, I'll have you know that the younger Way said I had nice throw up." Gee rolled his eyes.
"You seriously asked my little brother's opinion on your barf? Jeez Toro, I though you were better than this-" Ray turned slightly green as the ship made a hard left. "Your brother is just a nice human being, Way. No need to make it weird." Gee was seriously considering driving their ship into a meteor at this point out of pure spite for his co-captain, Ray Toro.
"Look, Toro, see those funky space rocks?" "I know what a meteor is," "and so you know what happens when we hit one? Get in your seat, or I'll consider it." Ray rolled his eyes and buckled his seatbelt, letting the spacecraft pull him towards the console. He pushed the red button label 'yikes' fondly by Gerard, which really was just the radio button that connected them to Earth, specifically the dorky (and bothersome) Jamia Nestor. Her voice crackled to life almost instantly, which made Gee send death glares at Toro.

"Where the hell were you? Why didn't you connect with control? This is my job, I'm not letting you two space idiots take this away from me-" She began her rant. Gee pressed the 'yikes (on the pilots side)' button, which connected Jamia to his own headset. "I formally apologize for Ray's inability to press a button once a day, he's been throwing up due to the turbulence, although we could really care less." Toro scoffed at this. Gee continued, "but on other news, how is Frank? Toro is running out of dad jokes and I never thought I would say this, but we've listened to Bowie a bit too much for one month." Ray nodded in solemn agreement.
"Frank's okay, misses you a lot. He's watched the launch video at least fifty times by now, it's a bit unnerving." Gee released a breathy chuckle. "Sounds like him. He's always been a bit clingy, hasn't he?" They heard Jamia's giggle on the other end. "He's actually just came to bring me lunch, want to say hello?" Ray butted in, almost shouting yes. "Please, Gee is terrible company-" On the other side, Frank was making excited noises. Not quite words, more happy squeaks. "Jams, they're alive! Holy- how are they doing?" Jamia rolled her eyes. "They can hear you, Frankie."

"Yeah, Frankie." Ray mocked. "Oh shut it, Raybow. How's Gee?" Ray snorted. "My health doesn't concern you? Rude." Frank yelped a little. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Ray, I'm just-" Gerard hit his button again. "I'm fine Frank, and Ray's just a bit stupid. How you holding up, hon? Anything exciting besides my mom's stories?" Toro glared daggers at Way but nonetheless listened for Frank's reply. He was both of their best friends, after all.
"I mean, it's not the same without you here, but I guess I'm better talking to you. Donna's made approximately twenty batches of cookies, Mikey got a girlfriend, and Lynz and I got matching tattoos. What's space like?" Ray pressed his button again. "Dude, it seems cool and all, but they really need an Xbox or something up here 'cause Way's Bowie CD's are getting old-" Frank scoffed on the other end. "Bowie doesn't get old, Toro." Ray laughed a little. "Imagine Bowie being the only thing you could listen to for a month. Trust me Iero, it gets old." Way could only imagine the eye roll that Frank gave. He pressed his button again because they really could use a better radio- "I'm preparing to launch into orbit, so if you'd be so kind as to move it to live chat or maybe focus, that'd be lovely dolls."
Jamia disconnected them before switching to chat with Ray.
e: what is way doing? he's supposed to land it!
s: he's launching the pod since it's faster and the landing gears won't be destroyed in impact.
e: he can't do that, can he.
s: not legally!
e: he's going to get you guys killed
s: probably, but this is way. he's like captain jack of space.
e: and i suppose it's our luck that he's almost mad then
s: he saved the kerberos mission by hijacking the controls from the orbit and getting them out of the meteors while typing "ghost pilot!" into their controls. hurley said he had never been more simultaneously impressed and terrified.
e: hurley? space gossip, never took you for that type, toro.
s: then you've never heard the treacherous tales of the romanus!
e: yes, the tales of your ship that's currently piloted by a mad man and is simply drifting through space with no real course and is only here to track aliens.
s: no need to be rude, jams.
e: no offense toro, but you're doomed.
s: i know

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You have successfully entered orbit. Prepare the pods?

[Yes] [No]
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[Yes]

Preparing pods now. Enjoy your flight, Mr. Way.

"Toro! Stop chatting with Jams and get in the pod." Toro groaned. "Gerard darling, you know I'm going to barf." Gerard nodded. "Yeah, so get it over with now and then we can be the first people on that moon, so will you please hurry up. We don't have all day." "I'm over the moon about that idea."
"Toro!"