Until then, I am leaving Moya at the next planet with shipping traffic.
Pass me those and don't help yourself.
We are stronger as the sum of our parts, kids.
We are under no obligation to function as a unit, John.
Yeah, I understand that. We all have separate goals.
But... ugh!
Oh, sala manila, what the hell is that?
That's krawldar.
A delicacy, even for pagans.
Yeah? How long was it under your butt getting delicate?
Aeryn: Wait a minute. Whatever the rest of you decide, I will not abandon Moya.
Crichton: Good.
D'Argo: Suit yourself. You've got nowhere to go anyway.
I must confess my consternation at agreeing with D'Argo.
But if Moya is no longer able to Starburst then we are all at risk.
Mmm? Can I say something?
Everyone else: No!
Look, Moya has been very good to us and now you want to abandon her?
I want to see my son.
And that is not likely to happen aboard a pregnant bio-mechanoid ship.
Zhaan: Rygel, what do you think?
Rygel: Well, Moya has been, for as long as I can remember,
our protector, our home, our companion and our friend.
Crichton: Amen.
However, as relationships grow, they also change.
Do you think we can trade her for a faster vessel?
Moya is not a possession, your lowness.
(hissing)
If you ignore the messenger, which is effortless, the message is sound.
Perhaps we have outgrown our usefulness of...
Look, who made this shellack?
The recipe called for chicken. All I had was space rodent.
Moya is protecting her baby, D'Argo. Do you blame her?
That is selfishness masquerading as reason.
He's right, you know.
We all want to leave the Uncharted Territories and return home, but you...
Yes, you would be more content to stay.
I want to get home as badly as anybody else and this is where the wormholes are.
Fine. So, stay.
But be honest about your motives, Crichton.
Oh, I'm sorry. You're on their side now?
No.
I know I just got here, but can I please say something?
Everyone else: No!
Pilot: Excuse the intrusion, but Moya and I would like a word about your deliberations.
That's what I been trying to tell you guys.
The DRDs have ears.
No wonder you guys have been flying around in circles.
Moya is aware of your concerns over her condition
and regrets not being more responsive to your needs.
Please don't misunderstand, Pilot. We simply...
Do not wish to be captured because of her pregnancy.
Yes.
We're just having a discussion, Pilot.
That includes thoughts of abandoning us.
You want us to stay?
Of course.
We are most fulfilled when serving others.
Your presence is gratifying and comforting.
Let us talk a little while longer, Pilot.
Your points are well-taken.
You may talk all you want, but please prepare for immediate Starburst.
I..I thought Moya couldn't Starburst for another 50 arns.
Her energy is low.
However, she shares your concerns about being recaptured
and wishes to prove to you all that she is capable.
Uh, no, that..that won't be necessary, Pilot.
Starburst in five microts.
D'Argo: Now, this really is incredible.
Rygel: My favorite on the table.
Aeryn: What? Smoked pronga sinew. It's quite easy to make, really.
(explosion)
Whoa!
My name is John Crichton, an astronaut...
...a radiation wave hit and I got shot through a wormhole...
Now I'm lost in some distant part of the universe on a ship,
a living ship full of strange alien life-forms...
Help me...
Listen, please.
Is there anybody out there who can hear me?
...being hunted by an insane military commander...
...doing everything I can...
I'm just looking for a way home.
(rumbling)
You all right?
We must've hit something.
In Starburst?
Ugh.
What's that noise?
Chiana: Zhaan! Zhaan! Are you okay?
It's my arm. The fibers are torn.
Pilot, what's happening?
Crichton: Pilot?
Pilot!
I'm all right, Chiana. I'll heal.
Where's Rygel?
-Rygel? -Where is he?
Rygel!
What the hell is that?
I'll check Command.
You look after Pilot and you...
you do damage assessment.
D'Argo!
D'Argo?
He can’t just disappear like that.
Pilot or Command?
Command.
You, fix her arm and then straight to Command.
Go.
Aeryn!
Zhaan: John, what's happening?
I don't want to die.
Pilot, are you there?
Crichton,
where are the others?
You tell me. What happened?
I'm unsure.
Still running analysis.
Is that a star?
Unknown. Attempting to close radiation filters...
now.
D'Argo, Aeryn and Rygel have disappeared.
What happened? Did we hit something?
Still unknown.
Quantify "disappeared."
Here one second, gone the next.
Disa-Elvis has left the building-appeared.
These readings are all over the map.
Whatever's happened, most systems are out.
Propulsion, guidance, comms.
Even my DRDs aren't responding.
This is nuts. Nothing seems to be working. How's Moya?
Frightened, and in great pain.
What is that out there?
I will labor to discover that once the DRDs reestablish internal tracking.
I show Rygel on Tier Eight and Officer Sun in Maintenance Bay Three.
Still searching for D'Argo.
Keep looking.
I said no, Chiana!
You can't stop me.
I know how to fly a Transport Pod, and I'm getting off this ship.
Not without everyone else, you're not.
How's the arm?
Oh, useless until the fibres regenerate.
Pilot's found Aeryn and Rygel.
Does he know what's happening?
Not yet, and he's still a little freaked out, so he could probably use some company.
Okay, I'll go straight to the den.
Whoa! The comms don't work.
Rygel is on Tier Eight. You'll have to find him on foot.
Me?! Get frelled.
Listen sunshine, you want to be part of this crew?
On your good days.
This is one of the good days.
I thought you were junior Miss Tough Chick of the Universe.
Yeah, when I can kiss or kick or cry my way out of it.
This is way, way, way, way different.
You bet your ass it is.
And Pilot can't get the outer doors open, so you can fly that pod around on its pad.
Chiana,
it's going to be okay.
Pilot's on the job.
Tier Eight?
Rygel.
Crichton: Aeryn!
Aeryn, where are you?
Oh come on, Aeryn.
Give me some kind of sign.
(rumbling)
Pilot!
Aeryn, are you here?
(groaning)
What the hell is this light?
(groaning)
(garbled): Aeryn!
Pilot!
Zhaan!
Pilot...
(garbled): Pilot?
Pilot.
Is anybody here?
Come on, is anybody here?
(groaning)
Crichton...
(gasping)
Crichton!
(gasping)
I... I can't... I can't...
Crichton...
That's the same noise...
That's the same noise as the Maintenance Bay.
(grunts)
(grating, high-pitched whine throughout)
(obscured by whine): Aeryn!
What the hell?
Aeryn?
Hey. Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! You almost gave me a heart attack!
You okay?
Can you hear me?
Nothing.
You. You all right? You okay?
My head's hurting.
Yeah. Yeah.
Have you found D'Argo?
What?
D'Argo!
No, I haven't.
Have you seen...
Rygel?
Come with me.
There are doors between the Moyas.
This way.
Come on.
Watch. Watch.
Crap!
What?
Yeah.
"Look for D'Argo."
Yeah. Rygel. Yeah.
(grating whine continues)
(roaring)
Aeryn!!
(shrieking): Aeryn!
Well, look at you!
(bellowing with laughter)
Rygel.
(laughing continuously)
Yellow light.
Doesn't hurt. Can hear.
This is..this is good.
(continues laughing)
What'd so damn funny?
You. You.
You're making less sense than usual, but in a cute way.
"Cute"?
I don't know what you've been smoking, buckwheat,
but we've got a serious problem here.
Nothing a good meal won't solve, I'm sure.
(laughing)
What is up with you?
Up? Everything's up.
Everything's up-up-up!
Rygel, listen to me.
Moya has a serious problem.
Whatever she hit caused some kind of...
kind of fracture, I don't know.
I mean, we're all here but we're not in the same time or place in space.
(guffaws)
Have you seen D'Argo?
D'Argo?
I don't know. Nobody's here, not even Pilot.
It was quite frantic at first.
Then I realized I quite liked being on my own.
(laughs)
Yeah, that's the way I usually prefer you, too,
but right now we stick together.
And then the Trawlian Priest turns to the Calanese Cleric and says,
"Doesn't bother me. You should have seen her mother!"
(both laughing)
No, no, no, no, no.
His mother?
Oh, oh, what am I doing?
Entering into the spirit of things, I'd say.
Rygel, Rygel, look around at this place.
Do you remember what happened?
Yes.
Nobody liked my cholian curd salad.
(both roaring with laughter)
No, no, no, no, no.
Afterwards. There was a collision.
Yes. There was a collision.
Yes. But we survived, so why worry?
There's..there's something happening to Moya and to us.
You don't make jokes.
No. No, I don't tell jokes.
(both laughing)
and I don't laugh at them.
It's..it's this place! It's doing something to us.
Yes, yes, it is doing something to us.
But we'll both feel better once we've eaten.
(laughing)
Where there's a way in, there's a way out.
(shrill whirring noise)
Hey, Guido, did you see that?
Yes. I did.
It was a hallucination, Crichton. Just an hallucination.
It was real, Rygel. It was real.
I mean, we both saw it.
Hmm, but it didn't come back, and it didn't hurt us, didn't take the food.
We have to find a way out of here.
It's hard to find. You got to listen for a weird, strange noise.
Something out of the ordinary.
Hmm.
Weird noise.
Does my stomach count?
(laughing)
No, that's not funny.
That is not funny, Rygel.
Look, I got to get out of here before I end up like you.
What? Handsome, with a great sexual prowess.
(laughing)
Shut up! Just shut up!
Shh! Shh!
No!
I got to get out of here.
Either help me, help me.
Hmm.
(laughing)
Leave me alone!
I'll be in the galley with the food
and the monster!
(roars with laughter)
(laughing)
(squeaking, clicking noise)
There's my noise.
(noise intensifies)
okay, Alice. Once more into the looking glass.
(giggles)
(laughing)
We can't find them, Pilot. False information yet again.
The DRDs still show Officer Sun on Tier Two,
Rygel outside the Centre Chamber,
D'Argo in...
Competent. You got it wrong, four arms, they're nowhere.
Your inability to locate them does not negate the fact that they are there.
Oh.
Then why can't we see them?
Because...
Because you don't have X-ray vision, do you?
John, where have you been?
Right here.
Pilot, what do you know about parallel realities?
Temporal shifts. Two objects occupying the same space at the same time.
More information, please.
There are at least three other Moyas right here, right now.
Do you know the mathematical hypothesis, Dimensional Schism?
Light and sound disjointed into base elements.
Red, blue, yellow.
Hypotheses don’t just materialize, Pilot.
Tell us what's happened to us.
Starburst is technically the seam between space-time dimensions.
Moya's power cells allow us access, and we simply ride out the energy stream
until we're pushed out, at random.
Chiana: Pushed out at random?
Not now, Chiana.
What do you mean, not now?
We go into this Starlurch thing and we don't even know where we're going?
At the next appropriate moment, you're welcome to leave.
Oh.
Tell us what happened, Pilot.
In her haste to accommodate so you wouldn't abandon us,
Moya entered Starburst without adequate thrust.
At the moment, we appear to be...
stuck.
Crichton: Wild guess here, we're still in Starburst?
Regrettably, our insertion vector was wrong and subsequent fluctuations...
Screw the science lesson, Pilot.
You should have told us that we're still in Starburst.
Now we are stuck into what?
Whatever's on the other side.
Chiana: You saw a creature?
What kind of creature?
The kind we eat or the kind that that eats us?
Is it possible that you saw a fragment from another dimension, John?
If what Pilot says is accurate, yeah.
I've always wondered what could be beyond height and width, depth and time.
Nausea.
Spirituality.
That's a good wish.
Pilot says we don't have enough power to pull free.
What are we going to do?
First thing, protect ourselves in case that creature is the "eat us" kind.
You two find some weapons. I'm going to work with Pilot.
What do you have in mind?
Get the others. Bring them back.
Pilot: Follow the sequence exactly,
when the ion backwash reaches maximum, funnel it all to reverse propulsion.
I'll try.
Any deviation will result in failure.
I'll still try.
Look, Pilot, why is Moya being schismed off by this deal?
But not you, me, the others?
Relative densities.
The heavier the substance, the more pronounced the fissure.
Even now, connected to Moya as I am, the effects are becoming noticeable.
And we are being drawn further in by the moment.
And when we get pulled apart?
Molecular diaspora.
You know, Pilot, Moya did not have to go into Starburst until she was ready.
Now is hardly the time for recriminations, Commander.
It wasn't a recrimination.
We should have been more up-front about our feelings.
How's she doing?
Same as us, scared.
Well, we'll do what we can.
She knows.
Crichton: You'll be happy to know we have a plan.
I'll be happier to know if it works.
First thing, we find the others.
"We"? We're going with you?
D'Argo and the others may be injured, Chiana.
Do I get a say in this?
-No. -No.
Look out!
(shrill whirring)
We stay together, the whole way, Chiana.
No roaming.
Chiana: Yes, mother.
Crichton: No, Mom, plan has changed.
You stay here with Pilot. If that creature comes back, just...
shoot it.
Even I was still a full Pa'u, I wouldn't hesitate.
Right here.
You ready, Pip?
Uh, Pip means?
My favorite traveling companion.
Before I got here, did they believe anything you said?
Aah!
(moaning)
I thought you said this red light hurt your head.
Huh... it does.
Well, not to me.
I'm so glad.
Come on. Let's get...
D'Argo! You're alive.
D'Argo: Barely.
This light affects thinking and motor functions.
Not to me.
I saw you earlier on. What the hezmana happened to you?
That's way too much to go into right now.
Suffice it to say that Moya had a little problem during Starburst.
She's wedged herself into another dimension and split off into at least four distinct parts.
Have you ever heard of anything like this happening before?
D'Argo, I haven't heard of anything like anything before.
My planet doesn't even go to the Moon anymore.
I've heard of it.
My people's weapons scientists once...
once poked a hole through another dimension.
Once it widened, they lost control.
Yeah, and what happened?
No one's sure,
but a whole solar system,
four populated planets, dissolved into tiny chunks.
That's why I want to get out of here.
We will.
Does that thing help?
Barely. I only wretch every once in awhile now.
Look, we got to get the engines started
in each of Moya's four incarnations in order to get out of here.
Pilot isn't here to operate them.
It's all right; he told me what to do.
(screaming)
(roaring)
I was going to tell you about that.
Chiana: Look!
He's trying to come through from the other side.
Let's discourage it.
You know how to use that thing?
I'm scared grotless, not stupid.
One, two...
fire!
What happened to three?!
We did it.
It does not feel like a victory.
Not at all.
No, no, no, button, then lever slide.
Look, I can stay.
You go get Aeryn and Rygel.
You are in no condition.
Well, you've been here longer.
You can barely stand.
Now you. You say that this light doesn't affect you?
Yeah.
No. No.
Yes, this light doesn't affect me.
No, I won't stay alone.
And, no, I won't stay alone.
Just take the girl. I'll be okay.
Well, you know how to get out in case something goes wrong?
Yes, above the strategy table. Now go.
Alright, give us half an arn, then fire up everything in reverse.
I remember from the first seven times that you told me.
Aah! Not here! Go!
Go!
I do not want that here.
Ooh...
Chiana: Doesn't affect me.
Are you sure about this?
Just go up.
What if the creature's waiting?
Then piss it off.
How?
Pretend it's me.
(both grunt)
(grating, high-pitched whine)
(screaming)
(screaming continues)
(high-pitched whine continues)
(roaring)
(pulse pistol firing)
(high-pitched humming muffled) Hey, mu... much better.
You all right?
Aeryn, this is genius.
I modified flight headsets to block out acoustic wavelengths, that's all.
It's not bad for the girl who hates to do homework.
Well, it's military tech; it's battle tested.
Why did you not shoot at that thing?
I don't know.
You don't... ?
Brilliant instinct, Crichton.
Have you seen my prowler?
Oh yeah. I was here for that show.
You missed it?
Look, Pilot thinks Moya's been wedged into another dimension.
That thing's trying to get into ours.
Yeah.
Have you found the others?
Well, Moya's separated off into separate environments,
D'Argo's in one, Rygel's somewhere else, and we're here.
Clearly, you found a route to get through.
Yeah, but it's not going to matter if we get sucked in any farther.
Is there a plan?
Yep.
Well?
Pilot needs more power.
All the engines have to be on full reverse at the same time.
That should have been the first thing you told me, Crichton.
Yeah, no, I know. I was busy.
Aeryn, wait, wait, wait. Let me show you what to do.
I know the sequence for full reverse. Get on to the others.
Pilot was pretty specific about what he wanted.
I have some of Pilot's DNA, remember?
Pilot was very specific.
Rotate blue crystal, trim yellow disk, extinguish orange light, open copper rods,
(both) black panel depressed halfway,
dial tri-connector open, hot progression purple, green, orange, gold lights,
green knob, maximum thrust.
It's going to be harder to doubt you in the future.
Well, I apologize for my strengths.
Give me half an arn and then fire it up!
Got it!
(moans)
Chiana?!
Sparky?!
Careful, careful, don't slip and fall and die!
Aah... (laughing)
I'm so glad to see you two are safe.
Well, he said you'd have that look on your face.
Well, I was worried about you.
Well, I found Rygel and I managed to bring him here.
Then we started talking and...
Do you know any good jokes?
Not besides the one I'm living.
Oh, all right, Mr. Serious, what're you doing?
Putting Moya's propulsion system into full reverse.
Hmm? Oh! Reverse?
Hah! No Dominar from the House of Rygel ever travels in reverse.
Well, turn around and pretend you're going forward.
(Chiana and Rygel laughing)
You stay here with Napoleon.
If for any reason the engines shut down, restore the green knob.
Ignore the green slob.
(Chiana chuckling)
Restore the green knob.
You do that, I'll let you take a Transport down to the next planet, okay?
Crichton, that's outrageous.
Green knob. Green knob.
Good girl.
Hang tough, Sparky.
Enjoy the personality.
(both laughing)
Oh, there is no expanse of the mind the will cannot traverse,
or physically the distance laid across the universe.
There's blessings many in the stars save one lamented curse,
that Sixteenth Rygel, glory me, must travel in reverse!
(both laughing hysterically)
There's a little dance that goes with that, but I can't do them both at the same time.
(laughing)
Aah!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
I wish people would stop pointing guns at me.
When you didn't show, I was beginning to think I was in the wrong place.
Pilot reports full reverse power. You did it, John.
What about the creature?
Well, I keep shooting at it but it keeps coming back.
Well, we've got to hold it off until Pilot can get us out of here.
Your vestments?
I suddenly realized I had forsaken priesthood in practice but not in my soul.
Why did you put them on now?
I... I fear we may die here soon.
Whole sections of the ship are being swallowed up.
Pilot, it's getting worse.
Crichton.
Pilot, report.
Not good. Despite Moya's best efforts we're still being drawn in.
There is one very long shot.
Anything, Pilot.
Moya could willingly, lose the baby.
-No. -No way.
It will definitely increase her power quotient
though I am not sure if it is enough to get us free.
Pilot, no. We cannot ask Moya to make that sacrifice.
We should not have attempted Starburst when we did.
Our insecurities have brought us to this place.
Besides, the baby cannot survive if we don't.
Pilot, listen to me.
Whatever happens, we go together.
We keep the baby.
(roaring) John!
Shoot it! Moya is very scared. Please shoot it!
Don't fire.
It's coming through.
John, the hole's widening.
Prime numbers.
These scratches are grouped in prime numbers.
Three, five,
seven, eleven,
prime!
It's trying to communicate.
You bet your blue ass.
This isn't an attack, Zhaan.
It's an invitation.
I urge you to shoot it!
It's trying to communicate.
I know it.
It's not attacking.
John, no! What if the hole closes up?
Then I'll be dead a few minutes before you.
That's all.
(echoing): Who are you?
Female voice: Unimportant.
Your container has breached our existence.
Is that where I am?
In your dimension?
There can be no overlap.
This is the expanse between.
Your mental organ is unable to interpret the chasm to your existence.
(laughing)
You got that right, pal.
My function is to repair breaches.
Does this happen a lot?
Never before with living material.
Bad news, pal. We are living.
Can you help us get out?
I must destroy all material.
The breach is fatal.
Whoa, whoa, hang on, give us a chance. We're..we're trying to back out.
That path will tear the rupture beyond restoration.
So what are you saying? There's no way?
Forward.
Forward?
I thought you said we can't exist in your existence.
I will attempt to conduct you back to the space you began.
Starburst.
I can guide.
You must provide your own thrust, forward.
Wait, wait, wait! What if we don't have enough power?
Forward.
Wait!
Did you hear it? Did you hear it?
Zhaan: Hear what? You barely got your head inside the hole and out again before it closed.
The creature, I talked to it.
Commander, there wasn't time.
There was for me.
You got to tell Moya to stop resisting.
She has to go forward. Starburst forward.
I will not.
We don't have a choice. Look, you tell me what to do and I'll relay it to the others.
Pilot, trust me.
Reverse the final four controls.
Right. Give me 500 microts, then go.
John.
John, what if you're wrong?
Oh, you were going to pray anyway.
Pilot: 500...
499...
-498. -498...
472...
471 ...
470...
D'Argo: The engines are in full reverse. Did it work?
(retching) Aw... Oh...
Shut it down.
Wrong direction. We have to go forward.
No, that is suicide.
Uh-uh, no, no, no, it's the same control sequence.
Just reverse the last four commands.
Look, can you explain to me how you arrived at this decision?
No. No, no time. Just wait 300 microts, then forward.
I have no time-keeping device.
One-mississippi-one, one-mississippi-two, one-mississippi-three, 300, forward.
(panting)
One-mippippippi...
two-mippippippi...
three-mippippippi...
four-mippippippi...
Aeryn?
Aeryn, you there?
Ah, where have you been?
On the run. Where are you?
I'm trying to get out of here. I didn't know if you were coming back.
I'd never leave you.
Something the matter?
Yeah. We got it wrong.
We have to go forward.
Just tell me what I have to do.
150 microts from now,
full maximum thrust. You know how to do that?
Yes, of course I do.
Good. Hey look, this dimension thing's chopping up the whole ship.
You know a way I can get to quarters?
Well, the lower levels are gone.
You might want to try Tier Seven through the Ion Backwash Chamber.
I'm going to head back to Pilot's.
150 microts.
130 now, good luck.
Back at you, baby.
(loud whining whir)
fifty-two...
fifty-one...
fifty...
(Rygel laughing)
Rygel: Oh, there you are!
The other runners came through here arns ago!
Still auditioning for Star Search, I see.
No. I have a new philosophy, Crichton.
What used to be important isn't
and what should be important, never will be.
Great, that way when this whole thing screws up and we die,
you're not going to be whinging in my ear, right?
(laughing)
12... 11...
Hey, why don't you relax? Join in the fun?
Give me seven seconds, baby. We'll come or go together.
Four...
three...
two...
one...
(laughing)
(deep rumbling)
Whoa...
Oh hell, we're screwed.
(laughing)
(grunts)
Should I disrobe so it's memorable?
Yes.
(rumbling intensifying)
(yelling and grunting)
(grunting)
(laughing)
(gasps) I'm alive!
(laughing)
(all laughing)
(sighs)
I fail to see the source of your amusement.
(laughing continuing)
(all laughing)
Crichton: No, no, no, you did not say that.
I did.
I was very shameless in my youth.
And that worked?
Of course not.
The girl screamed and I was almost arrested.
And when they didn't give it back, we beat the gris out of them.
(Zhaan laughing)
Should I be telling you this?
Zhaan: My dear I've kicked more ass than you've sat on.
(laughing)
Oh, yes, I spent all evening listening to them gripe and whine about me,
but of course, they didn't realize I was their Dominar.
I admire your openness to criticism, Rygel.
When did you tell them who you were?
At their trial, of course.
(laughing)
Everyone, is it just me, or is this the best food that we have ever had?
Mmm, nothing like the taste of death to clear the palate, huh?
I suppose there isn't a thing here that I couldn't live on for a cycle.
Except... except maybe this.
Now I was assuming that because of the lack of taste in that,
that it was a garnish.
Hey, hey, hey, those are Grandmother Crichton's famous buttermilk biscuits.
Rygel: What's in them?
Self-raising flour, ah, salt, shortening, buttermilk, touch of honey.
But we have none of those ingredients, John.
Yeah, maybe that's the problem.
(laughing)
Pilot: I'm sorry to interrupt your meal,
but how can you all be so jovial after our near-miss?
We were affected profoundly by it, Pilot.
How are you two handling it?
Well enough to alleviate your concerns about our Starburst problems.
There's been a change in the status of Moya's baby.
Is she in any danger?
Doing fine.
Actually, more than fine.
We're going to have a baby?
Yes.
There's no exact timetable for Leviathan gestations,
but Moya feels confident the day is coming.
Oh-ho!
Well, in that case, tell her if she's so inclined,
when it is born she can name it after me.
That would only work if it was a runt.
Watch it, girly!
Crichton: This is one of the good days, people.
To a healthy, happy baby!
Rygel: Hear, hear!
Thanks.
(others laughing)
Rygel...
No, no, no! Ew!
(spitting)