Clifton took charge. He turned the corner, space pistol drawn. A man was there, admiring himself in the mirror. "You!" shouted Clifton. "Give me your keycard!"

The man turned to Clifton and laughed boldly. "Do you spaceknow who I am? It is I, Maglorial Eptomititus! If you spacethink you'll be getting spacepassed me, spacethink again!"

Clifton fire a round through Maglorial Eptomititus' spacehead and swiped the keycard. He made his way to the command room. Sliding the card, he entered the room. On the other end, a man sat hunched over his desk, deep in though. When he saw Clifton and Tobias enter the room armed, he could only stare with his mouth gaping like the maw of Gaping Dragon. 

"What in fucking tarnation is this?" exclaimed Commander Pistols.

"Weston Pistols, I knew I'd find you here," said Clifton.

"It's COMMANDER PISTOLS, you daggone son of a bitch!"

Clifton was done with this bullshit. He rammed the pistol into Commander Pistols' cowboy face. "I don't have time for this jingjangle shit. You're going to take us to Asgard to see HIM. Now!"