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WHO: Bruce Banner, Tank Girl.
WHERE: The moon.
WHEN: SOMETIME THIS WEEK?!?!?!
WARNINGS: Surprisingly mild.
SUMMARY: Talking, moon bouncing, and what to do with one's life.
FORMAT: SOMETHING OR OTHER
The difference in movement was the hardest thing to get used to. Bouncing, but so slowly, hard to get any real feel of momentum, or speed, or, well, anything.
Didn't really matter right now.
She opened the airlock, suit firmly on, and strolled on down to the moon's surface. And waited for him to follow after.
"C'mon, Bruce. We're gonna walk on the fucking moon." Squawked the in-helmet communicator.
WHERE: The moon.
WHEN: SOMETIME THIS WEEK?!?!?!
WARNINGS: Surprisingly mild.
SUMMARY: Talking, moon bouncing, and what to do with one's life.
FORMAT: SOMETHING OR OTHER
The difference in movement was the hardest thing to get used to. Bouncing, but so slowly, hard to get any real feel of momentum, or speed, or, well, anything.
Didn't really matter right now.
She opened the airlock, suit firmly on, and strolled on down to the moon's surface. And waited for him to follow after.
"C'mon, Bruce. We're gonna walk on the fucking moon." Squawked the in-helmet communicator.