HELLO GENTLEMAN. WE ARE MAKE SPACESHIP. ENEMY MAY SETUP US THE BOMB. FEAR NOT WILL WE.
Today. Make history will we. Much debt will ensue and our great nation will be like, HELLZ YEAH.
No matter what happens. We will go to space. Space will we go to. SPAAAAACE. Serious faces only from here. We have nothing to fear except fear itself! And... maybe if Jeb farts in his suit, afterall the oxygen is a shared system.
Space ship completed. We will call her "Big Bertha" - named after Jeb's mom.
There is no way that is going to fly.
WHAT? Nasa has nothing on this.
OK MEN. WE ARE IN SPACE.
............. what do we do now?
We defeat gravity.
Now....
We wait.