The four puzzled out in the corridor, floating about, wondering what they could do about the invader. Peppy would come up with an idea every minute or so, only to tell himself it wouldn't work. Slippy jittered around, occasionally bumping into something, and Falco mused about. Fox just stared into the window, not knowing what to do.
"I've got it!" Slippy exclaimed suddenly.
"What?" asked Fox impatiently.
"We can set this ship into self-destruct and go to the escape pods!" he responded.
"Blow up a three-hundred billion dollar piece of military equipment? You're crazy!" Falco yelled.
"Give me a better idea," demanded the toad, glaring.
"I'll give you a black eye!" Falco responded.
"Try it!" squealed Slippy. Falco gave him a crisp crack in the nose.
"Cut it out, Falco!" Peppy yelled, dodging another swing, this one directed at him.
"Shut the fuck up!" the avian responded, catching Fox in the eye. Fox swung back, missing. He swung again, this time getting Falco in the beak.
"Knock it off, Fox!" commanded Peppy. Falco whacked him in the face.
"Shut up!" Falco screamed. Fox finally managed to grab his right arm. Peppy got the left, and Slippy made sure he didn't squirm free.
The three dragged Falco back through the corridors of scorched metal. They drug him back to sickbay, tied him down, and sedated him. He kicked and cursed constantly, but the gurney stayed put. The other three members of the team raced back through the hall, back to the cockpit. Upon reaching it, Slippy said,
"What was that all about? I just gave a suggestion."
"He doesn't want to have to pay for the ship. Or else, he doesn't know how bad this is," responded Fox.
"Maybe it's something else," Peppy interjected. The others gazed at him.
"What?" asked Slippy.
"Maybe he's insane. He was the first one to experience 'problems'" the hare said.
"That just might be it," Fox resolved.
"I agree. He may usually be violent, but not that violent," said the young toad.
"So what do we do?" asked Peppy. The others looked surprised, then all of them frowned.
"Well, maybe…" Slippy trailed off. Peppy stared at the thing floating in the cockpit, and Fox looked around for anything he could use. There was nothing. Slippy could think of nothing. Peppy just floated there. Fox fiddled with the DNA pad. No one had an answer.