“You’ve obviously never worked on an Arcturan megafreighter.”
“What the brzi does that have anything to do with—with anything?!” she practically screamed.
He stroked his chin-stubble absentmindedly.
“They— the Arcturans— have a saying: ‘Pandora opened her box and unleashed evil into the Universe and in general scruffled everything up’, and if you’ve worked on an Arcturan megafreighter you’d know that there are millions of sealed shipping containers…”
“Soooo?”
“So…don’t open sealed shipping containers or you might scruffle the Universe again. Or something.”
She sighed.
“What are we doing here?” She asked.
“I don’t remember. I’ve had this feeling about it for a while, though.”
“Can you-”, she sighed, sat down, and tucked a green lock behind her ear. “What feeling?”
He slowly stood up.
“Well, you’ve ever gotten that feeling you get when you think you might be on to something important, more important than anything else?”
“Yes.” she replied nervously.
“Well, it’s nothing like that.”
“Oh.”
“Got a smoke?”