[The microphone clicks on in the midst of giggling and snickering. The fits are broken occasionally by the sound of a power tool of some sort, followed by the subtle dookdookdook of someone taking a drink. Finally, there's the sound of movement, two sets of feet on a hard steel floor, the echo suggests an open expanse.]
[There's some more snickering, followed by shushing, and the clearing of two potentially familiar voices.]
[A moment of silence before two voices chime in, in unison.]
HEY THOR! CHECK OUT--
[The feed clicks on to
this. Right in the hangar.]
DEEZ NUTS!!!!
[The two voices erupt into laughter as the feed clicks off abruptly, Guide being discarded as the two HASTILY RUN FOR THEIR VERY LIVES.]