“I like the bloops,” Cal said. Mech frowned back at him. “What?” “The bloops,” Cal replied. He raised a finger and waited, then said, “Bloop,” in time with a steady chime being emitted by the ship. “It’s like on Star Trek. They had bloops. And, like, a woo-woo-woo noise. Sometimes, if you were lucky, a bting.” He counted in his head, then said, “Bloop,” in time with the chime again. “We should get bloops for our ship.”
