O travelers of the cosmos, we peacefully await the moment of your return to this dimension. We, your humble servants, now don our quadra-galactic cranial transducers so that we may guide you from the realm of the Infinite. Though we are mere meat beings, we earnestly entreat you to carry us to your — dang, my transducer fell off. But I’m still in contact with the mothership, that’s interesting…

I think they’ve had one too many trips on the mothership, Andrew Y.