– Can you see? – Yeah. – You sure? – Mm-hmm. How about now? Can you see now? All right. Ready? Three fingers. Nice! – Nice throw, kiddo! – Go. Hey, you guys want mayo or mustard, or both? Who wants mayo on a hotdog? Pardon your brothers. Two mustards, please! Thanks, momma. Got it. Nate, mayo or mustard? I want ketchup. Mind your elbow… Good job, Hawkeye! Go get your arrow. Hey, guys. Enough practice. Soup’s on. All right. We’re coming. We’re hungry. Lila, let’s go. Lila? Honey? Babe? Babe? Babe? Boys! Boys? Laura! You don’t need to do that, because you’re just holding the position. Come on. That was close. That’s a goal. We’re now one a-piece. I would like to try again. We’re tied up. Feel the tension? It’s fun. That was terrible. Now you have a chance to win. And you won. Congratulations. Fair game. Good sport. You had fun? It was fun. This thing on? Hey, Miss Potts… Pep. If you find this recording… don’t post media. It’s gonna be a real tear-jerker. I don’t know if you’re ever gonna see these. I don’t even know if you’re still… Oh, God. I hope so… Today is day 21… uh, 22. You know, if it wasn’t for the existensial terror of staring into the literal void of space, I’d say, I’m feeling more better today. The infection’s run its course, thanks to the blue meanie back there. You’d love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic. Some fuel cells were cracked during battle, but we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge to buy ourselves, about, 48 hours of playtime. But it’s now dead in the water. We’re 1,000 lightyears from the nearest 7-11. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning. That’ll be it. And Pep, I… I know I said no more surprises, but I gotta say I was really hoping to pull off one last one.