On the space station I go a little mad. Space madness, it's a thing. I'm designing a missile, a defensive weapon that is capable of carrying nuclear warheads to any country on earth, after we demonstrate it there will be peace, or something like that. I arm the missile with a live warhead and send it to earth. 2.5 billion people die in a flash. I construct a giant robot and eat giant onions as the earth panics.