Nooo thanks. No losing an arm for me, thanksabunch.
And yeah. I really DO know how crazy that sounds. If it helps at all, I'm still not entirely sure I'm not hallucinating or something.
All we can do is try to all get along until we can find a way back to our homes. In the meantime? Just let yourself be giddy that you're in space, with a telepathic dog, a walking tree, and a talking raccoon with an unhealthy love of firearms.
Oh, and me. Spider-Man. As in "your friendly neighborhood".