The stars? Why, the stars are death. Just death. Cold death.
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That's the secret to dealing with hornets, Jim. They don't know humans make rifle shots; they don't know where the noise came from. You gotta stand still and don't move, and they won't chase you. If you run, they know you're guilty.
It just gets boring whenever each day seems to be worse than the previous day...