[Oh, come on Stan. He's never killed anyone with an axe. It was one person, and with a rock, and with good reason. Virgil leans back as Stan pokes him in one pectoral. He raises his hands, smiling as if in embarrassment. He doesn't know who Ford is, be he father, brother, or even husband, but he wouldn't intentionally hurt someone he hasn't even met.]

You've pegged me all wrong, Stanley. I just want someone to help me learn, no one's getting tested aside from a few mice- or whatever the space rock equivalent is. And hey, if I have to test something sentient, I'll try myself first.