By all means.

Would it bother you if I read your mind? I'm not just indestructible, Croc.

I've actually got all sorts of talents, and one of those talents is that minds are kind of an open book to me, but I've learned to ask permission first, unless it's Casper.

I'd love to know what makes a guy like you tick.

I, I'm sure you've been trying to be cagey with all the other folks out there, but it's just you and me right now.

Just two godlike entities beating the crap out of each other.

Mind if I get a peek at your cards? There's nothing to hide anymore, right? The trap's been sprung.

[footsteps] I like the sunglasses

Elden, play the one from Moog.

Oh, hi.

Oh, hi, Leif.

How are you? Since you're still ignoring my messages, I thought I would just leave you with my last will and testament, since I am about to die.

To you, I leave nothing but my scorn.

I am a fucking prisoner awaiting fucking execution.

they

are about to goddamn kill me in some goddamn cleansing ceremony So, if for some reason you have decided to stop being a dickhead and check your messages, this is me saying get me the fuck out of here.

Looking forward to it.

And sending packet in three, two... [upbeat music] This is Iris Actual conducting broadcast 93.7. Do you read Omega Station?

Why is that?

Because it is my humble professional opinion that the disorder that makes you a bit of a cult fish on Earth is the number one reason why you haven't decided to take a walk outside without your helmet.

I believe that the solitude you're experiencing right now would have driven the average person crazy about, uh, six months ago.

Your disorder right now is offering you just as much protection as your radiation shielding.