SpaceX unveiled Flight 10 like a barbecue pit unveiling its PhD, hurling a skyscraper full of ambition and kerosene at the part of the sky that still thinks it’s safe. The video promised ‘high heat’ and delivered ‘cook an egg on your retinas’ with free shipping.

Viewers reported the autoplay arrived medium‑rare, with a pleasant char and notes of molten sand. One early comment said, “I paused to let my living room cool.” The like button reached plasma and unionized.

Elon Musk declared the launch “spicy,” which is CEO for “the laws of thermodynamics filed for a restraining order.” He added that hot staging is like passing a baton, if the baton is a small sun and the relay team is several miles tall.

Engineers appeared on the stream to calmly explain that the rocket’s heat plume was not so much exhaust as a controlled audition for dragon. They reassured everyone the pad was fine, in the same tone insurance agents use during flooding while wearing snorkeling gear.

Analysts praised the flight for pushing the envelope, mostly because any envelope within five miles spontaneously became a postcard. The company insisted the heat was nominal, a word that here means “your eyebrows are a data point.”

Meanwhile, homeowners in the blast radius were advised to upgrade to a thermal-reflective patio umbrella because the old shade “does not meet the new star-adjacent standards.” Real estate listings now include the phrase “good schools, limited convection.”

On the replay, the rocket’s belly tiles fell like confetti at a wedding between physics and audacity. The narrator celebrated “rapid unscheduled toasting,” which is like “rapid unscheduled disassembly,” but for marshmallows and regional infrastructure.

Congress announced a hearing titled, “Are We Still the Dominant Species in Our Own Sky?” NASA responded by sighing in cursive and asking if anyone remembered orbital mechanics before it became a lifestyle brand.

Families gathered on rooftops to watch with a heat-resistant backyard telescope, which is just a regular telescope wearing SPF and quiet desperation. Children pointed and asked if the rocket was going to space or just cooking it.

Footnotes crawled across the bottom: “Fire is hot. Space is larger than it looks. Your mileage may be incinerated.” The CFO confirmed a one‑time heat event, defined as any event that recurs quarterly with an inspiring soundtrack.

Local meteorologists updated the forecast to “Thursday: rocket. Friday: rocket afterglow. Weekend: scattered achievements with a chance of oooh.” The National Weather Service issued a map labeled “Here Be Dragons, This Time We Mean It.”

At press time, YouTube asked creators to keep thumbnails under 4,500 Kelvin. SpaceX promised the next video would be cooler, by which they meant the rocket will be farther away, and the one‑time heat charge will keep in touch like an ex who still has your Netflix password.