(rivolta a mia moglie) I hate your husband, I hate his guts. Every single day, at the break of dawn I manage to get dressed and stumble out of my hab to look for coffee and breakfast, and he's already there, primed, prepped and caffeinated. At the end of the day, when I thank the Lord I'm finished storing away workstuff, he keeps going for at least another hour checking data, charging the batteries and making sure everything's ready for the following day. He's like a bloody drill instructor from some remote depth of hell, he never quits. I hate him.

(rivolta a me) Fuck you, unstoppable asshole.