C.: Ground Control, this is Calculating Einstein Katt. Can you come in, please?
Ground Control: Yes, this is ground control in Houston. How can I be of service to you today ma’am, sir, or nonbinary individual?
C.: Yes, Houston. I’m less then ten lightyears from my native planet, The Planet of the Talking Cats, and I’m trying to get in touch with the Supreme Ruler of the Cat Galaxy. I haven’t been able to raise him on the radio, and I need him to lower the forcefield surrounding that planet so that I can land safely. Can you see if you can get in touch with him?
G.C. This is Ground Control to Meow Z. Tongue. This is Ground Control to Meow Z. Tongue. Can you here me Meow Z. Tongue? The cat that you sent hurtling through space is trying to land on your planet. Can you hear me Meow Z. Tongue?
Come in Calculating Einstein Katt. Cal.E., that’s a negative on that last transmission, over.
C.: Here I am, traveling through space in a tin can.
Tell Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken, my third, and probably last husband, that I love him very much. Because Houston, it looks like we have a problem.*
From the movie APOLLO 13
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