I AM NOW FULLY CONVINCED THAT SNIPPY HAS BEEN DECEIVED BY THE DEAD ONES



BECAUSE HIS NECK SMELLS FUNNY.



SNIPPY WHINES THAT CAPTAIN IS
"TROLLING YOU AND MAKING STUFF UP!"


"CAPTAIN LIVES NOT UNDER BRIDGES,"
I TELL SNIPPY.



I KNOW THINGS. SECRET THINGS,
THAT THIS SLUG IS UNAWARE OF.



TROUBLESOME THINGS THAT CAPTAIN SHARED WITH ME ON OUR FLIGHT...



...TO ATOMIZE EUREKA.



ONE MILLION VOICES OF EUREKA STILL SING IN MY CRANIUM.



THEY ASK ME TO STOP. BUT I KNOW BETTER.
I KNOW THAT THEY ARE ALL JUST DUST NOW,



AND WHAT HAS BEEN DONE CANNOT BE RETRACTED.



SILLY TOASTERS. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE PUT ON THEIR BLUE TIARAS THAT DAY.