I’m not going to die here.
I’m the first person to be alone on an entire planet.
I’m going to have to science the shit out of this.
In the face of overwhelming odds, I’m left with only one option: I’m going to have to science the shit out of this.
I’m not gonna die here. I’m gonna go home.
Yes, of course duct tape works in a near-vacuum. Duct tape works anywhere. Duct tape is magic and should be worshipped.
There’s no easy way to say this: I’m stranded on Mars.
I don’t want to come off as arrogant here, but I’m the greatest botanist on this planet.
I blew myself up. Oxygen vented. I survived. No one knows. But I’m alive.
I’m left with only one option, I’m going to have to make water and grow food on a planet where nothing grows.
The greatest minds in the world have worked on this problem, and they’ve failed. I’m a botanist.
I need to find a way to create a sustainable food source.
I’m gonna have to figure out how to grow 3 years worth of food here, on a planet where nothing grows.
I guess I’m really gonna have to science the shit out of this.
I’m Mars’s first farmer.
I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this crop.
Mars will come to fear my botany powers.
I’m a space pirate.
I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this. It’s literally space magic.
I’m gonna have to make water and grow food on a planet where nothing grows.
I’m left with only one option: I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this.
I’m not afraid of the red planet anymore. Mars wants to kill me, and I’m gonna kill it right back.
I’m the first person to be alone on an entire planet.
I’m in command. I’m the commander.
I’m an explorer, and this is why I kept going.
I’m a space pirate.
I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this.
I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this.
I’m sorry I burned the crops, killed the animals, and created a crop failure.
I’m gonna have to find a way to grow food here on a planet where nothing grows.
I’m gonna have to make water and grow food on a planet where nothing grows.
I’m afraid that if I solve one problem, another pops up.
I’m the lowliest engineer on the crew. I operate a robot arm.
I’m sorry, but I couldn’t alter the trajectory of that catapult without an absolute metric system.
I’m gonna be a real problem.
I’m not dead yet. In your face, Neil Armstrong!
I’m not sure they get irony.
I’m going to science the shit out of this.
I’m not just mark Watney — space pirate.
I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this, as you put it.
I’m in charge of the mission, and I’m telling you to do it.
I’m here to take command of the Ares III mission.
You’re going to have to go without me.
I’m talking to you, first-person digicam. Don’t see anyone else around. Pretty sure I’m the greatest botanist on this planet.
Now, I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this, even though, it is probably impossible.
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