> Have small-talk with other passengers.
: Heeeeey man, I didn't think I'd be seeing you again. Not that I can see too well now that half of my eyes are gone. Anyway, I'm totally starving. Got any food?
: ...
: I just broke my arm and learned I'll never fly again. The last thing I need is to talk to some human brat.
: Sprich nicht zu mir, erdenmensch.
Hey look it's the damsel!
: What? I don't think I am who you think I am...
:
UNWANTED CONVERSATION IMMINENT. SHUTTING DOWN AUDIO RECEPTORS.Okay so it doesn't look like anyone's up for small talk.
Suddenly a spacesuited figure comes out of the bathroom, zipping up his pants
: Oh good there you are. Look I have something really important to tell you, so I need you to listen.
: You might not believe this, but I am you from the future.
: Bullstuff
: You don't need to believe who I am, just what I have to say. You will soon meet a bolian scientist named Michael Claymore. He will ask you to get him a Cromulent Ingot of Super-Science. Get it for him, but do NOT give it to him. If you do, it will be the end of everything you hold dear.
: You can't be me, you're way to serious.
: No dude, he's legit.
: I don't care if you don't believe whether I'm you or not, just don't give Claymore the Super-Science.
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