Narrator: Captain Andreyasn returns to the convention workshop with unfortunate news.
Gavclone 1: Well?
Kevyn: My sister is dead.
Gavclone 1: I'm. . . I'm sorry to hear that.
Kevyn: Yeah, well. . . A lot more people are going to die before this is over.
Kevyn: The last transmission from the Athens II confirms our numbers. The AI had much better sensors than the probes you've been using.
Gavclone 2: You've plugged the numbers in already?
Kevyn: Ennesby did. I've never seen the maraca so. . . heh.
Kevyn: Heh-heh.
Kevyn: Bwaaa-haha-ha!
Kevyn: Hooo, boy.
Gavclone 2: What's so funny?
Kevyn: Sorry.
Kevyn: I was going to say "I've never seen the maraca so rattled."
Gavclone 1: Uh-huh? Yeah. Focus, Kevyn.
Kevyn: Sorry, Gav. I just needed to laugh.
Gavclone 1: Sure, we all need to laugh. Somebody spun our galactic core up to improbable speeds, pushed it off the zero-point-energy curve, and birthed an expanding universe of death.
Gavclone 1: Time runs hundreds of times faster there, though, so we'd better hurry up and be done laughing. The clock is ticking!
Kevyn: On the bright side, we can be pretty sure that nobody is going to try to personally assassinate us.
Ennesby: Captain, the Bangers are inbound. We have eight minutes to get clear.
Kevyn: Well, nobody's trying to personally assassinate you. It's time for me to run away now.