Mark Naird,

formerly number two at the Air Force.

Thank you. It has always been my dream

to command a service branch.

Our nation's Internet runs through

our vulnerable space satellites.

POTUS wants complete space dominance.

To that end, the president is creating a new branch:

Space Force.

Which Mark will run.

What?

This is a great adventure we are embarking on today.

There will be setbacks, but greatness

was never won without sacrifice.

He is blowing it, just like you thought.

Yeah, it is a complete shit-show.

My dry cleaner.

Yeah, they lost my dress whites.

Space should be a zone of wonder,

not of conflict and death.

As a scientist, you have a loyalty to reason.

Makes you a little untrustworthy.

How much was that prototype?

-Four. -Million?

Middle schools.

Cost as much as four new middle schools.

Fuck.

-Are you running? -No. Keep up.

Your attitude seems to be,

"Give us money and don't look, while we militarize space."

-You are running. -Keep up.

Hey, bud. What are you doing?

Got suspended. Gave a teacher the finger.

His blood pressure's spiking.

Brad, no interruptions for five minutes.

Aruba, Jamaica Ooh, I wanna take ya

Bermuda, Bahama Come on, pretty mama

Bodies in the sand

Tropical drinks Melting in your hand

We'll be falling in love

To the rhythm Of a steel-drum band

Down in Kokomo

Fifty years ago,

our country put a man on the Moon.

Guess what, kids. We're going back.