Slot Control: 8 Juliet, Slot Control. Remain clear of those Eggplants.

Resume own navigation.

Chili: 8 Juliet, Wilco. Turning on course.

Slot Control: 8 Juliet, slot control. Radar Services terminated.

Short range comm only. Safe docking.

Chili: 8 Juliet, G'day.

Well, how about a space song?

“Farewell, Rotating Eggplants”?

Chili: But I know pigs who can sing skillfully...

Kristy: Er, not pigs in general. But us two...

Chili: Aw, please. Everyone sounds good in space...

Chili: Thanks! Engage karaoke mode, please.

Kristy: Okay.

Oink: Um... ? Ah, here it is.

Chili: Farewell and adieu to you Rotating Eggplants!

Chili and Oink: Farewell and adieu to you Eggplants of Doom!

All three: For we're under orders to fly to an eggroll,

And we may ne'er see you fair eggplants again.

So we'll rant and we'll roar like Associated Animals.

We'll range and we'll roam over all of dark space,

Until we strike soundings at the edge of the rutabaga!

From the Toaster to Plum is 1,768,435 million Eggplant lengths!