A nuclear war blazes out. A Russian and an American ICBM's meet in space over the North pole and pause to talk a little bit.
R. Rocket: "Where are you going to?"
A. Rocket: "To yours, and you?"
R. Rocket: "And I'm going to yours. Hey, let's take a drop for our meeting!"
(both are taking a drink)
A. Rocket: "You know how powerful I am? I can wipe out everything!"
R. Rocket: "Let's have a glass for power then"
(drinking)
(drinking for precision follows...)
(drinking for designers follows...)
(drinking for being lucky follows...)
(drinking for the beauty of space follows...)
(drinking for the peace in all the world follows...)
A. Rocket: "Ouch! I'm feeling sooo damn wuzzy..."
R. Rocket: "Keep up, don't get sluggish! I will see you to your home."