I noticed that there seem to be a lot of you, lately, that feel the need to explain who - or what - you are to the rest of us stuck here with you. It makes sense. We need to band together, after all. Like that neurotic man shouting about his cube said, honesty is the best policy here. If we are all wandering about aimlessly, the least we can do for each other is announce anything we might do that could possibly cause damage to others.

[Wow, that sentence got away from him. Whatever, he presses on.] At the very least, all of these announcements not pertaining to the very real threat of demons aboard the ship have convinced me that I, too, have to admit something about myself that could be a problem for you, later on.

[He tries really hard to sound like this admission is taking it out of him. God, it's just so hard, so difficult, to admit that...]

I'm afraid that I'm exceptionally fantastic, and if I'm left unchecked, I will continue to be far too good at too many things. It's a burden that I must bear alone, but I hope that you all will understand and, in time, come to accept this curse of mine.

[WHEW that's a weight off his chest. He turns off the recording - then quickly snaps it back on to add,] Ah, yes, also - I'm a skeleton. I suppose that one's important too. So don't faint if you see me wandering about. Right. Good. [THERE now he's done.]