Space Battleship Tiramisu (宇宙戦艦ティラミス)

Air lock is operational.

Commencing final checklist.

There's nothing more important to me than my cockpit.

Durandal attached to launch catapult.

Preparing for takeoff.

It makes me feel warm.

Like I'm back inside my mother's womb.

It's the only place in the universe

that I can go to be completely alone.

I wanna stay here, snug in my cockpit, for all eternity.

Subaru. Five hostiles. You ready?

What if I say "no," Cody.

Would you fly out here and shoot them down instead?

Let's not find out.

I got this.

Give me five, no, make it three minutes.

And that's why you're the Ace.

I knew I could rely on you.

We'll launch you in two minutes.

Prepare for immediate contact.

Don't die, Subaru.

Roger that.

So, two minutes, huh?

That's plenty of time...

...for some pre-flight pork!

This fried pork cutlet

was more than just a snack to Subaru Ichinose.

It was a symbol of comfort.

Me? Oh yeah, I'd bang her.

If the chick is hot, I'll jump her and her mecha, enemy or not.

Kale... Kidney beans...

Subaru was unable to banter with the other pilots,

who were older and more experienced.

Instead, he spent his downtime

memorizing the nutrition labels of space smoothies.

Whatcha doin there, slugger?

Checkin' the label to make sure you got plenty of boner fuel?

Don't want you dyin' out there a virgin, amirite.

Get offa me.

You're wrong.

I know I'm gonna make it home alive.

To Subaru, this meal was best alone.

Alone and... cockpitted?

Cutlet ready to la-- Uh?!

What a fool, I almost forgot the sauce.

Here in this sacred place,

there's no one to criticize me for double dipping.

I can do whatever I please with you.

Wait, no! The breading!

This is the worst thing that could possibly happen

in Durandal's cockpit.

My sanctuaries interiors can't be coated in grease.

I've got to get to the napkins!

Only then will I avoid this tragedy!

C'mon!

No, no, no, no!

Twenty seconds to takeoff.

Oh c'mon! The cabbage too?!

Anything but the reeking cabbage!

Catapult thrust is normal.

Launch is all clear.

Wait, not yet, do you copy?!

There's a pork crisis!

Durandal, launch.

I didn't even get a single bite!

Nice work out there, Subaru.

Hostiles eliminated. Mission accomplished.

Subaru Ichinose, returning to home base.

So, guys with pretty faces have pretty asses, too.

Hey, what the hell, man, no peeping in the shower!

So I guess honor students get to take their time,

even when it wastes hot water.

Do you have something against privacy?