Well! Now that that mechanical beauty's given me the official rundown, let's just see who's still alive and kicking on this orbital tin can.
If you have a pulse you'd best be letting me know now! And if you don't but can still reply, well, I've never been a discriminatory man. Say hello to your newest shipmate and tell him how far you've all gotten in ripping apart this blasted hole in the fabric of spacetime. I don't mind getting my hands dirty, but it's a bit silly to go redoing work that's already been done! And I doubt anyone's eager to waste some time.
...suppose I should introduce myself so you aren't just throwing information at some dashing green text, haha! Always forget to do something or other in these little bulletins. The name's Hass Harley, and if that means anything to you we're going to need to talk about something other than quantum mechanics.