Fiddlesticks walked into one of the leather seats and flipped right over it. He tumbled head over heels onto the floor of the bridge. Such antics would've usually elicited stares and a couple of laughs. But since Fiddlesticks was with the crew for the Quest for Flavour, they went largely unnoticed. At this point in their professional relationship, the crew have probably came to expect such behaviour from him. Fiddlesticks was just so distracted by Vanessa in that suit of hers. 

He picked himself up from the ground and dusted himself off. Fiddlesticks then promptly picked up the leather seat from the ground, laying in its side, then put it back into its rightful position. [color=pink]"s-s-sorry"[/color] he stammered awkwardly. 

 "What-o, visitor," the voice strained to make itself heard over the general background sounds of good-natured merriment and light-hearted debauchery, "this is Ofromia Space Contro- not now, Stan, I'm working, oh, okay, pour me a half- Control, you dig? Just gotta handle the particulars. What's brought you crazy cats out this way?" asked the hail from Ofromia. 

It sounded like a real wild party they were throwing down there. Fiddlesticks wondered if there were any attractive humanoid females down there, and how drunk they were. He used to be nervous about parties for the longest time, for they were social engagements. But it wasn't until after the incident of the ball pit and the mule with the party hat that fiddlesticks realised that wild parties are one of the only places where it's considered acceptable to make a fool of oneself. That people did it all the time, for fun. If the females looked anything like Vanessa, then Fiddlesricks was sold. 

But he had a secret mission from the cleaner bot. Then again, when did Fiddlesticks ever let some vacuum cleaner get in the way of his fun? And so he decided to do both, have fun and help the AI with its relationship issues, somehow. 

Fiddlesticks had a question for the Ofromians. [color=pink]"Do you guys find cleaner bots sexy? I'm just asking, for a friend."[/color] he asked. It sounded a lot more diplomatic in his head.