"Yeah, sure. If you don't mind dying of an STD." He said, the point flying over his head. He wasn't very good with hints, honestly. Science and all that? Excellent. Social ques? Terrible. "Mm. But I guess the ship would make up for it. Full of half naked, also probably dying of STDs....men. Would definitely put the money in for a nicer looking crew I think."

As for the sitcom tropes, he just laughed before reaching up to scrub his hair. "Yeah, a little bit. Their all a bunch of talkers, you know? Talkers and feeders...never tell my Aunt Debbie that you're a little hungry, because you'll end up with like mountains of fried food as a 'snack'. I almost fill bad for my Pops, Hadyn. She's always trying to tell him how he needs to put on weight, you know."