Bob hovers around the ship, smiling as he spray-paints ponies on to it. Bob has always liked animals. Esspecially cats. Cats were fun. Hesitating, Bob switched to a cat motif halfway through the pony, which turned into something that can only be described as a Sin against Nature. Bob looked, and approved. Drawing it out of the ship, he imbued it with some of his essence, and, riding his pink new steed, he rode circles through the air, flying around the ship. Belatedly, Bob realized that he had forgotten to add wings, and the pony-cat-monster crashed into the abyss, screaming in a human woman's voice, before being crushed against one of the ships on a lower dock. Bob stared at the blot of pink and purple gore on the space ship's windshield, and inched through a wall, whistling awkwardly.