Dude. [ Dave follows suit, still holding onto his headphones above his shoulders. ] D'you even know where you're going?

[ Walking next to Dirk at his speed, now. ] C'mon, we're currently surrounded by extraterrestrial specimen emitting an overwhelming degree of putrid stank shank, which can only mean one thing.

[ A brief pause. ]

Space has really let itself go, man. 15 minutes in and no Xenomorphs or guitar-strumming Catullans in sight.