Zedarnda was exploring all the sickass rooms, which the RV had plenty of. Z found a ton of snacks, like fresh-from-the-store chip bags and spicy pickle bites. And I kind of just sat there, doing nothing. From time-to-time, I'd awkwardly check my phone to see if I got any notifications from my many accounts across every known social media platform. God, I sounded 40 when I said that. Let's just say I'm close to halfway there. With nothing better to do, I joined Zedarnda. I mean, what the hell, right? Better than sitting there like a portobello mushroom. My autocorrect helped me with that sentence, I thought it was so hilarious.

When walking to the dining room, I grabbed some pickle bites. As I entered the room, I opened the pack, and saw that familiar beautiful face. Wanna hear just how perfect Zedarnda is? She got blue hair AND blue eyes. How can I ask for anything more when she's literally everything I've ever wanted? 

Hold on, I'm gonna take you out of the story for a minute. I would just like to tell you this is not filler. In fact, I do not believe in such a thing. Everything that happens in this episode will matter at some point. Whether it be long-term, or short-term, all these little moments have some degree of importance.

And, we're back in the now. How do you feel? Don't answer that. You can't anyway. Now where was I? Oh yeah--so me and Zedarnda were just exploring the RV, right? Then, Z walked in with a family-sized bag of chips. Must've been one bigass family, 'cause that was about double the size of the usual family-size bag. Then again, this is space. Like deep, deep space. Probably deeper now that we've been in this RV for over an hour. I guess we couldn't have gone that far.

I'm getting sidetracked. Zedarnda is pretty, the chip bag is big, you get it. Suddenly, "our" RV collided with another vehicle. I'm no expert, but it felt like a spaceship of some kind. The driver stepped out, swearing a ton, as you'd expect and as he should. He took one look at Z and said "You..." Just then, a metal claw sprouted out of the ship and grabbed Z. We tried saving him, but that thing did not have time to screw around. Z and the mysterious man were gone in a heartbeat. Me and Zedarnda looked at that guy long enough to know he's not the one who stole the Pop Ta---I mean--toaster pastry. He must've been working for him or something. Because it can't be just Mr. Spacetart, or whatever, running this whole operation... 

Can it?