[Carlisle eases himself into the seat, reaching to the table and shoving the stopper into the bottle of ink before it gets knocked over and ruins the floor.]

I'll be honest in that I'll probably only keep one of these, now that I know what they are. I'd picked up the first one because I thought it might be important, or perhaps something that might help us get home. Then I saw a different one and grabbed it, but then there were so many others, and I think I got carried away.

[As he tends to do with everything, from note-taking to panicking to pretending he's perfectly fine when he's clearly still suffering some trauma.]

I think I'll do just fine with, ah, Space Fight here. I'll master it, then I can come grab a different one from you later, if you'd like to take the rest.

[He will never come get another game, Chris. He will never master Space Fight. Don't let him fool you.]