The workers in the bay and beyond paused as Captain continued to yowl... and then yodel, once the immediate pressure was off. What in the name of Neo was going on with their usually pragmatic, un-noteworthy coworker?! Looked like gossip while Snippy and Captain were away...

Captain sprawled against the corner of the elevator, leaning heavily on the thigh-high bar and giving Snippy a look that was hard to nail down. It could be yearning, but it could also be the intense interest of a small child ogling a snail that needed the pinpoint beam of a magnifying glass. Whatever the case, he had Captain's full attention.

"Society?" Captain replied, "society is the real illusion, Snippy; we are a collection of thoughts and delicious meaty bits trying to make things happen. It is not for you or me to determine what is stupid and what is genius, it is for the thoughtful meaty bits to work out in time!"

This dissertation, of course, brought about by Captain's digging about in pockets. They pulled out a medallion on a plumbers chain, dangled it seductively between their fingers so that it could pendulum between them. "Look into my eyes," Captain beseeched, voice dropping into what could only be described as a cheesy (but probably more accurate than most) Transylvanian cadence. "Wipe that frown upside down, my Snippling."