A long silence. Long. Like, really, awkwardly long. Then, Skippy shouted. "Damn it! Excuse me, I'm going offline a moment so I can smash something." "Skippy?" Silence. "Skippy?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm here," he finally grumbled. "Did you smash something? You feel better now?" "I didn't smash anything yet, but there's a pair of small moons here that are going to have a very bad freakin’ day in about two hours.”
