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"Priorities"

"… and despite our current predicament, we continued to argue."

Will gives him a look; he's knows he's caught. He swallows before he speaks.

"About what?" He folds his hands in his lap. "Well, being so distraught, I'm not quite sure I can recall at the moment—" He sneers at his partner. "But I'm sure it was important."

"FACT: We were still arguing about lunch. FACT: After you—"

"You bubble-headed booby! If we'd stopped for lunch on that lush, lovely little planet I spotted along the way, as I had suggested, we may have yet avoided the disaster that followed!"

Robot lets out a dusty laugh. "Yes, but only if we had stranded you on said planet!"

"Oh, hush—"

"Because, as you recall, it was you who—"

"Hush, booby."

Will gives him that look again. He clears his throat.

"As I was saying, William, there may have been a small… mechanical malfunction… with the ship's—"

Robot flails his arms. "Warning, warning! Massive approaching lie detected! Immediate evasive action recommended!"

Will pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a long, weary sigh. "Doctor Smith..."

"Yes, my dear boy?"

"... did you crash the ship?"