She did! Thank Kesus, or whatever cosmological entity that saved us! She managed to plug up the hole, and me and Bermuda had a fun match of Khess. I was so close to beating him, but he got me in Kheckmate. Touche Bermuda, Touche. But other then that, we successfully managed to reach kerbosynchronous orbit, and are currently 230k kilometers above earth. Sadly, too high to throw Timmy off without him getting back in. Oh well. In 100k km we are going to be performing a burn which will get us pointed towards the Mun.
I turned off anti-gravity, so now we walk around the cabin, but soon we are going to have to perform our science. I'm going to write a crew report now of Kerbin from space. "It's fat. Don't tell mother nature this though." There we go, daily crew reports. But it is fat, jeez. Kerbin is like the fat overdosing mother and the Mun is the little boy who goes to school and gets A's on all his tests. Good job, Mun! Now get me my beer!
We think we just saw a nuclear mushroom; we're sure it's nothing too bad. We are 20k from the burn, and we are now turning towards the specific HDG that way we can successfully burn towards the Mun. Yay, burnouts. I really hope that the ship has some sort of air conditioning, because it's going to get hot.
Alright, it's now time for our burn!
"Alright, Begin throttle." Bermuda commands in a stern tone.
"Double check manuever parameters."
"Pull throttle to max."
"Activate Heat Resistant Shields."
"Alright- Oh shoot."
"What?" Timmy would say, agitated.
"We are doomed, aren't we!" Henry would say, getting all squirmy.
"Squeek" Carrie would say, again, quitely.
"Alright guys, heat shields broke off nothing too serious, except when we begin our re-entry we are going to burn alive." Bermuda would say, chewing on a coffee bean.
"You have to be kidding me!" Timmy would say agitated.
"De-dead?" Henry would inquire, knowing the answer
Since our lazy architects didn't put any Service Bays, we don't have anyway of attaching snap points, so now we are doomed for death. Is there ever going to be a time where we won't be near-death? I mean, come on, this is just ridiculous. And Bermuda, is just sitting on his lazy butt, chomping on that coffee bean of his. Im so fed up with them, I might just throw my self down the space chute, which, also to our faulty engineers, is broken. Thanks, ever so much for putting thought and time in to our lives.