[Mike waves and smiles nervously at Cambot.]

Uh...hi, everyone! Just wanna say that I’m sorry you guys got stuck up here, too! Wish I knew how to get you off the ship again, but there’s a whole lot I still don’t know about this place. But uh, if you want, I can show ya around. Or you can ask Gypsy, she knows a lot about the ship. There’s places to sleep, a whole cafeteria, actually a whole buncha stuff you can do or make around here, too.

Also, just a little secret for ya...apparently the Mads really don’t like it when we’re happy, because their whole...deal is to make us miserable! So my advice is to keep up the morale best you can...you know, jokes, art, songs, anything like that! And making fun of the experiments, of course. I bet if we’re all ridiculously happy enough, those Mads will give up and let us all go free! It’s definitely driven them nuts before!

Again, sorry about all this!

[The camera shows the lower half of someone’s body, dressed in bright blue spandex and a long dark cloak. He seems to be talking to the robot in a high-pitched voice and gesturing eagerly.]

--have understanding? It will be the beauty of an ice cream sundae, and the terrors of it being actually tofu. One more running through, all rights?

[He scurries back a few steps, and you can see the kid is grinning eagerly as he hides behind a curtain.] I will give you the signal and you will start the signal from that point to broadcast the signal! And then I am announcing to them my entry as the mighty Fawful! [He rolls out from behind the curtain, and throws up his arms in celebratory pose. There are jazz hands.] All will cheer for Fawful, or gasp in terror at his might and amazing! And then and then, [He swishes his cape around, looking very very devious,] the taunting will start! You must have the certainty to be with the zoomings in here, it will cause the claustrophobies! Here, come in with the closeness, like thi…

[As Cambot moves closer, Fawful trails off.]

Y-you are recording already!? No no no, rehearsal has no publicity, this is the privateness like a bathroom, YOU HAVE FAILI--

[There is a rather disoriented-looking blonde woman standing in the cockpit of the Satellite of Love. You may not know it by looking at her, but only five minutes ago she was expected to have been teleported back to her apartment in Minnesota, but she has not. She spots Cambot and looks directly at him.]

Ok, protip for any would-be spaceship owners out there.

Ion storms? Serious business.

[There is a shot of a man with a raised eyebrow, wringing his hands, in a nondescript area of the SoL. He's explored a little bit since arriving in the cockpit - trying to figure out just where he's ended up... this time. He taps lightly on Cambot's lens.]

Oh, oh, hello? Is this on? Is there anyone there?