I think I said something like, "Even if I become a spacefaring amoeba living off sparkly upholstry on a ghostship, I will want to listen to Mary Ford and Les Paul's version of 'How High the Moon'."
Cazander shook me. "Spacemummy, wake up. We've got a boojum infestation in the Snark drive."
"Booja ka-waaa?"
"Right. See you down on the bridge. We need you to make some decisions before we abandon ship."
I sat bolt upright, "What? Abandon ship?"
"I thought that would get you going. Actually, they're just affecting communications. It has broadcast across the spectrum that we're not actually a spaceship but a reality show taking place in Kansas."
"Oh, that's terrible. Has anyone contacted Dogstar?"
"Well, the boojums are preventing any communications with the outside. Oh, and there have been several other new lifeforms detected on the ship as well. All we now is that some of them are smallish, but one of them is human-sized."
"Crazy, just crazy."
"Should I let you just go back to sleep while we work on this?"
"No, no. I'm up. See?"
"Ok, I'll tell Isis that you'll be done shortly."
"Very good."
*plop*