Hasn't it just been...so lovely and quiet on the ship? No constant jabbering and tinkering and sonick-y whinging and explosions and...no? Really? Well, that's a disappointment, it's probably been far more exciting on and off the ship than running around in an endless rat maze after...admittedly very delicious looking cheesecake.

He might have to visit the sensoriums at some point just for a vague sense of accomplishment. He's not a rat, he just likes a month or so of effort to be for some greater purpose or another...and at this point he's wiling to make that purpose 'cake' if it's between cake and 'purposefully wasting your time, sir'.

Anyway, that's about how his thoughts go when he's abruptly spit out of that endlessly looping maze and into one of Stacy's (almost vaguely now) familiar hallways. What comes out it much more to the point.

"--There wasn't even any cake!"