Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
To infinity, and beyond!
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
And you, my friend, are responsible for delaying my rendezvous with Star Command!
The things you own end up owning you.
That wasn't flying! That was falling with style!