[The thought of raisins--or chocolate-covered raisins--was nice. No raisins after after he left home. For some reason they don't sell them in space.]
See, I told y...you. [Peter assumed he was on the bridge of the Milano or something, showing Flynn around.] Imagine seein' th...that every day. Y...you'll love space, I promise.
cw hallucinations
See, I told y...you. [Peter assumed he was on the bridge of the Milano or something, showing Flynn around.] Imagine seein' th...that every day. Y...you'll love space, I promise.