(message: As the last wisps of oxygen filter through the pod's life support system you try to yell for help, but the only sound that escapes your throat is a loud burping sound. As the world fades to black, you know your doom is sealed: In space, no one can hear you belch.) (Roger's EVA pod streaks through the sky like a falling star.) (message: Slep: Ah look, Crumpella, a shooting star. Make a wish.) (message: Crumpella: OK, Slep. I wish...) (message: Crumpella: I wish...) (message: Crumpella: I wish we would discover someone else out there among the stars...) (message: Slep: Don't be silly, Crumpella! Everyone knows there's no intelligent life out there!) (still shot: Roger standing with his head missing. message: Next time listen to your science officer.)

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