[b]Our Hero - Ridley's Carrier[/b]

[color=bc8dbf]"...Our Hero, Ladies and gentlemen-"[/color]
"-It's pronounced [i]lay-dies-engine-tail-mean[/i] and you know it!", the ship's janitor snapped as he held an icepack to his bruised forehead, leaning over the bathroom sink.
[color=bc8dbf]"Ooh, looks like Our Hero knows better than his own narrator, does he?"[/color], the disembodied voice replied.
"Damn right, I do."
[color=bc8dbf]"Tough talk coming from someone who lost a fight with a photocopier."[/color]
"That thing is [i]possessed[/i]-"
The ship quaked, sending Our Hero careening into the faucet, followed shortly by him slamming into one of the stalls, and then back into the faucet again. Once the rumbling had ceased, he picked himself up, dusted himself off, and pocketed a faucet knob that had come loose from the sink as he listened to Meta-Ridley's announcement.
[color=bc8dbf]"Aha, a mighty battle! Our Hero, stoic and proud, steels himself for what awaits him!"[/color]
"Fat chance-", the noodle-armed janitor responded, "-I'm gonna go find a closet to hide in until this is over."
[color=bc8dbf]"It wouldn't kill you to play along sometimes, you know."[/color]
"I'm pretty sure that, yeah, that's [i]exactly[/i] what it would do.", Our Hero replied as he left the bathroom and moved out into the hallway, "Let's just find a nice, loud place to hide where you won't [i]immediately give me away[/i]. The reactor room, for example..."
[color=bc8dbf]"Spoilsport."[/color]