"Hold still, you nasty talking paperweight!"
// Young sir, I really must protest thiiiiissssrrqqzzzt* // Skeets' voice cuts out, replaced by a growing rock instrumental.
"Okay, all set." Riley snaps his goggles into place. "Let's do this." He tenses his fist as the flight ring kicks on, hovering over the exit bay.
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