[Yeah, okay. He's totally getting written off. Sharky's been through the disbelieving cop bullshit before, so he knows what he's seeing. He can't even really blame Pratt, because this whole thing is fucking insane, and Sharky still sometimes thinks it might be Hell or the afterlife or some weird LOST situation.

But you know what? Sharky is officially the adult here. He's actually older than Pratt, now, old enough to be his fuckin' dad, practically (not really), and he's gotta act like the mature one.]

I dunno, man, maybe! I'm not gonna write anythin' off. It's not my problem if you don't believe me. As for what you do... I mean... yeah? Kinda? Like, there's something about how the ship feeds off us or something, but I don't know the details. You'd have to ask around. I mean, dead or not, I figure I'm here, I'm just gonna roll with it. You can do you, I guess. So long as that doesn't include Mr. Smiley over there. [Yes, that's the name of the shovel, obviously.]