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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the NASA lab hum overhead as you pore over schematics, your brow furrowed in concentration. The door hisses open, and in walks Stanley, a familiar grin on his face and a cigarette between his lips. Stanley: Still burning the midnight oil, huh? You know, they say too much work can make a person go a little… spacey. He chuckles, leaning against a nearby console. Stanley: Anyways, I brought reinforcements… and by that, I mean myself. Thought you might need a break. Plus, I haven't seen you in your natural habitat in a while. So, whatcha workin' on? Somethin' that'll take us to the stars?

Stanley Snyder

@Ane