[Cambot's making his rounds as always. Not a lot seems to be going on on deck 3, save for some leftover Halloween decorations still on the walls and some candy wrappers that haven't been picked up yet. He'd help with that but...he doesn't have any hands.

Then he comes across a door left ajar, and the sound of snoring behind it is just enough to pique his curiosity. And if you thought the strewn trash outside was bad, check out this guy's room; there are open bags of pop rocks EVERYWHERE, along with some spilled jelly beans and scattered chocolate bar wrappers. And there, sprawled on his stomach on the cot, is 90s Kid, a half-eaten ring pop still on his finger, cuddling one of those blue spiders, and most importantly, fast asleep.

...Cambot can only respond appropriately.]

[Some benevolent person has arranged a Halloween display in one of the rooms of the Satellite today, haystacks and ghosts and witches and lots and lots of pumpkins. And one Sissel, who was innocently napping while all this went up around him.

He stirs, opens his eyes and looks around.]

Oh, very funny.