Gerard bent cautiously to the rat’s box—would it spring out, bite him, then scurry away across the floor to live behind the baseboard forever, like some cartoon incarnation?

I try to bite my tail and am turning round and round like a dog. I draw the storyboards, throw them away, gather them back, rearrange, then throw them away again (laughs).

Then the second vehicle will also smash into the moon's surface – providing another bite of the cherry for those observing from thousands of miles away.