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Ronan is playing space ships. We're on a space ship. Captain Whiskey is in charge of switches, but Ronan is the pilot.

He asked me to check the space rails. I told him there was a space bat. He didn't seem particularly perturbed, so I told him it was going to eat us.

"Oh, no. I have the door locked."

"But, but, but--they eat metal!"

"Yes, but their teeth are too tiny to do any damage. This is a very advanced spaceship."

Well, darn. There went my couch space thriller.