Up the creek.
What the hell, Mitch. A week ago you didn't care whether we went on this tour or not, and now you're acting like the mill is on fire. What's the matter with you, boy? And don't point that deadly laser at me - you know how nervous I get about that kind of thing. Well, it seems like Mitch is in kind of a hurry now to get off this miserable pimple of a planet known as Earth. Not sure what's behind the sudden change of mood. He woke up in a bit of a mood Wednesday afternoon after a long night of what I assume was mad science experimentation, and now he's all about planet KIC 8462852. That's fine and good, right, but if we're going there in the Plywood 9000 rocket we rented from SpaceY, well ... we may have trouble breaking out of Earth orbit. In fact, we may have trouble clearing the treeline. The truth is, that thing isn't getting off the ground at all. What's our plan B? Not sure we have one. There's plan 9 from outer space, but hey ... tha...