[For the first few moments of Starships following the announcement, things seem like they're going okay. The PA has been turned off so no one is subjected to the destructocaptains' banter, only the booming of Nicki Minaj. It is relatively smooth sailing. Clover has found her way into the speed-controlling chair and yet we haven't died yet.
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And then.
And then the bass drops.
We're higher than a motherfucker—
WE'RE GOING FULL THROTTLE]