Anne! And it's got some stupid title but anyway it's the Anne in space film!
Here are some publicity photos, and a sneak preview of the dialogue - well, monologue - from one of the best scenes.
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Houston, do you copy? Over.
Houston, awaiting response.
Over.
Say again, Houston? Turn the oxygen back up? No, I don’t know how to do that. I’ve heard it’s kind of complicated. Over.
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Here are some publicity photos, and a sneak preview of the dialogue - well, monologue - from one of the best scenes.
Houston? Crewmember Brand here for Janus 9. We have an emergency. Oxygen levels are now at 43% nominal and dropping fast. I am in my suit and my status is green, but Commander Cooper and Crewman Benlow are out of their suits. Please advise, over.
Negative, Houston. The Commander and Crewman cannot en-suit at this time, because they were engaged in sexual congress and the Commander cannot disengage. Over.Yeah – it’s kind of a forced bi thing I was making them do. We’ve had a bit of a femdom scene going on up here, and I thought it would be funny to make the Commander fuck the Crewman up the ass. They begged me not to, but I'm in charge in here. Over.
What? Well sure it's relevant to the emergency, dickbrain! Ahem, sorry, the Commander’s sexual organ appears to be unusually engorged, Houston, probably due to the sudden drop in capsule pressure. Consequently he cannot disengage from the Crewman. Over.
Houston, do you copy? Oxygen at 31%. Rate of depressurisation constant. Over.
Negative, Houston, the Commander is unable to join this conversation. It's just on my suit channel. I'm not broadcasting it through the cabin, Houston, because they'd be really embarrassed and they might hyperventilate. Right now they're breathing fast and shallow, like we did in training for emergency depressurisation.
Houston, do you copy? Oxygen at 31%. Rate of depressurisation constant. Over.
Negative, Houston, the Commander is unable to join this conversation. It's just on my suit channel. I'm not broadcasting it through the cabin, Houston, because they'd be really embarrassed and they might hyperventilate. Right now they're breathing fast and shallow, like we did in training for emergency depressurisation.
Request permission to detach the Commander’s penis from the rest of his body and thus enable both crewmembers to suit up. Over.
Houston, awaiting response.
Over.
Glad you're back, Houston. You went kind of quiet there. You want me to say again? Sure. Can I castrate the Commander? He really doesn’t want me to but I think it’s the only way. I’ve got a scalpel right here. Oxygen now at 23% nominal. Over.
Say again, Houston? Turn the oxygen back up? No, I don’t know how to do that. I’ve heard it’s kind of complicated. Over.
Negative, Houston. I can’t see a dial that looks like that. I could look for one, but it would take a long time. But I’ve got the scalpel. Right here. Please advise, over.
Oxygen levels now at 19% nominal, Houston.
Your call.