“Oh. Now that’s just great.”

“I can clean up what’s still in here.”

“It’s spreading?”

“All over the inner door. Kinda sparkly.”

“Okay, just stay calm!“

“You don’t have to scream.”

“I’m cycling you back through. Don’t touch anything.”

“You gonna do that today?”

“What are you talking about? The inner door’s open.”

“No it’s not.”

“Oh, sonuva—”

“Oh-oh.”

“What?!?“

“It ate my mop.”

“I told you not to touch anything!“

“Yeah, well, well, you also said to mop it up.”

“That was before, then I said—”

“You said mop it up.”

“And then—”

“You said—“

“I said don’t touch anything! Step away from the jello! Put your helmet on and I’ll try to cycle you through the outer hatch.”

“Umm.”

“Let me know when you’re ready.”

“You said—”

“Enough! Are you ready to step out?”

“You said clean up the mess, said there was no time to suit up. Remember? Oh, hey, cool; the inner door just opened.”