"I have not yet had the pleasure," Ratchet says, eyeing Darkstalker. He's used to dealing with anything Darkstalker's size when he's considerably larger and far less edible.

"'How' isn't really my specialty," Ratchet sighs, leaning back on his hands. "I can't believe I miss Brainstorm. He could slap something together to get us home out of spare parts of the bunks and some tinfoil, even if he is insufferable."