[ For a moment, Majima simply looked at Peter. Then it was like he was staring past Peter, into the middle distance where presumably there were answer to questions like 'is red space algae going to melt my brain?' and also 'when is this deer going to stop trying to jab me with its stupid fucking antlers?' ]

You serious? This is the future, ain't there some kind of... decontamination procedure or some shit?

[ So far, the future was, in fact, not filled with shining promise. In fact, it seemed kind of shitty. He had not met a single space pirate, and also he was probably going to die of dysentery. ]

Okay. Alright, fine, you keep Bambi from eatin' my jacket, and I'll try to do something about the...

[ He waved vaguely at the Horrible Algae Toxins. ]

...clouds.