Don't touch him--

[Metal scraping against metal. Running.]

What the fuck is the big idea.

...

You let him out.

Adjectives fail me.

What's this about a costume party?

Where is he.

[The communicator turns on to the sound of a thud, followed by some shuffling and other background noise.]

...Fine. I'm fucking fine. Don't take me to--

Look, if you never got into a fight in the first--

...

No. I'm not going.

[There's a bit more muttering in the background before the communicator shuts off.]

So, crew people. No problem with you guys so far except, oh.

One little thing.

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE MAGIC.

...

Can you guys um, you know.

Go for five goddamn minutes without killing each other? 'Cause I'm not healing you.

I think I got it now.

Some of you are gay, some of you are neutered, and the rest of you are regular dumbass humans.

You locked yourselves in rooms? Seriously?

...Yeah, How the fuck did I get on a boat?