"That makes no sense! Don't tell me- are these things 'coded' to specific users too, is that it??" Donnie complains, bringing up his fingers for air-quotes. Abruptly he sags in the chair, sliding down like a deflating balloon.

"All I ever wanted since I was a tiny turtle tot was to fly a spaceship," he laments. "And now I'm actually sitting in one and it refuses to work because of some illogical programming!"