“Dave, are we in outer space?”

“Mmpfmmf,” mumbled Sid through several mouthfuls of hero sandwich. Fred said, “I-I farted.”

“Incredible. We escaped the gravitation pull of Earth with human propellant. How come we aren’t bursting into flash dried blood and guts, Bob?”

Bob, the resident scientific authority on account of them drugs being wham bam full of scientificly components, suggested “Why don’t we ask those guys?”

“I/you suck!” one was yelling to the other, whose response was “No, you/I suck!” They appeared to be identical twins.

“Hey, dudes,” said Dave.

The pair paused in their bickering to look Sid up and down. “Who the hell are you?” they said in unison.

“I’m Dave, no, it’s Bob, oh hello, guys I’m oh shut up Fred!”

“I/you think this guy has lost his basket.”

“Look who’s talking. How come we’re not dying here in space?” asked Dave.

“I/he took some medicine and said some special words.”

“That clears up a lot.”

“Bob…?”

“Hey, well, Jan did have some really good stuff!”

“Bob!”