Sarge, Houston - good morning up there!
Smooth sailing so far up here Houston, looks like the East Coast is socked in all the way from the Virginia Eastern Shore up through Labrador. I'm about to wrap up my 63rd orbit of the Sun and wonder if you have any instructions as I commence orbit number 64?
Sarge - keep up the good work, check in with the medical staff periodically and keep on doing what you've been doing.
Copy that Houston.
[Period of static follows...]
Say again Sarge, your last transmission was garbled.
Yeah, ah, Houston... We have a problem...
Say problem Sarge...
Ah roger, Houston, seems we just accidentally vented the Guinness tank into space.
[A long moment of silence...]
Copy that Sarge, switch over to the Jameson's tank for now while we work the problem down here.
Roger that Houston. When's the next resupply?
Two days, Sarge. Two days.
Damn. Alrighty then Houston, we'll get by, somehow.
Roger, Houston out.
Yup, today is my birthday.
Don't worry. I'm not really out of Guinness...