Destroy All Humans! 22006

Orthopox-13:
Using Poxlab, I've created a new virus that will infect and kill the Blisk.

Crypto:
Catchy.

Orthopox-13:
Let's hope so. I've arranged for it to be delivered to the moon by a courier company... Oh, what's the name? The North American Shipping Association. Anyway, everyone else calls them NASA. You wouldn't believe the cost of shipping to developing galaxies. I should mention, though, there have been some, er, complications.

Crypto:
Okay, I'll bite, what kinda complications?

Orthopox-13:
The delivery men are refusing to land without clearance from their master, a fellow called "Houston". They're just hovering there, waiting for orders.

Crypto:
And lemme guess: we're gonna give them those orders, right?

Orthopox-13:
Exactly.

Crypto:
Yeah, I'm a regular Rich Little. Okay, let's get contagious.