"You need to take a shower."
"Listen," Carl began, and then shook his head as if he'd thought better of continuing.
"What?"
"I'm planning my burn, Reese. We get one shot at this." He added, calmly, "Let's just get this thing on the ground, okay?"
"I'm just saying, I don't spend a lot of time next to you in the cockpit, but—"
"Reese, I was married, did you know that? She was gorgeous. Cheerleader in High School, the whole thing. But she nitpicked the hell out of me, so here I am."
"Wait, you came to Pluto to avoid nagging?"
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