Archer makes a new friend called "Space Bot." It slightly goes to Lana's head when Drake calls her the perfect human female specimen. Cheryl dresses like a whordiot when she mistakes the meaning of Mars landing party. Malory frets about going to Mars, as she just rented a summer house. Pam may love to bang but even she has limits. As debate wages between Drake, his crew and the ISIS-nauts, Archer is stunned to learn terraforming Mars is not the lowest echelon position available. As usual, Lana runs around in her Fiacci knockoffs, but Archer modifies her look with ISA decals. Will Cyril ever learn to shoot a weapon? When a familiar voice croons: "Gone to outer space to shoot that dickbag in his face..." (to the tune of "Fly Me to the Moon,") it seems as if Karma and Space Bot are biting Archer right on the ass. Malory goes into stasis. Cheryl challenges Archer to think of someone else for once in his life ... oh, the irony! The ISIS-nauts and gang strap in and strap on... Can Cyril conquer his inner Erica Jong? Will Archer face the one, lone minute of self-awareness he had in space? Fasten seatbelts, it is going to be a bumpy night!
—LA-Lawyer