Don your Flying Suit and tighten up your Atomic Powered Jet Load buckle! Pencil in your pencil-thin moustache and stick your head into that Rocketeering Helmet! It's Absolutely No Hour, 9am, 1949! Five Days a Week, you ARE the King of the Rocket Men, all set to Stress out your Fuse on an Ageless Flight into Deep Space Alone!
Mission Control has actually encouraged our Space Race Typeface that Mars is not the kind of place to raise your kids and, furthermore, it's gon na be a long, very long time until goal brings you round once again to find you're not the man they think you are at house. You remain in fact a ROCKET GUY; not a postman or a milkman, you're a modern guy, a higher-than-a kite flying masked hero on your first manned flight to Infinity and Beyond!
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