At the end of the film, the long, horrible Joe Don Baker film, Joel and the bots returned to the bridge of the Satellite of Love ready to read some mail, when Dr. Forrester interrupted them.
"Excuse me 'Joel the Expecting', but I have a little gift for you."
"Now what?" Joel wasn't amused by Dr. Forrester or that horrible film. "Did you send for a 'mail order' bride?"
"Oh no, nothing THAT evil..." Dr. Forrester paused for a moment. "Although I do finally know what to get Frank for Christmas this year. Anyway, look outside the ship, there's an incoming rocket waiting for you!"
"What? Cambot, give me Rocket Number Nine!"
On the display monitor showing the exterior of the ship Joel and the bots was a small rocket ship with 'Deep 13' spray painted in neon green letters on its side.
"What in the world..." Gypsy open the cargo bay doors! We have incoming!"
Joel and the bots proceeded to walk to the cargo bay and waited for Gypsy to give them the signal that the incoming craft was safely brought aboard.
Crow peeked through the doors at the bizarre craft on the other side. "What do you think it is? A bomb?"
Servo pushed Crow out of the way. "Maybe it's a puppy!"
"No..." Joel walked between the bots and into the cargo bay. "It's something else. He wouldn't kill us because experiment would be ruined and it won't be a puppy because he doesn't want us to have fun."
The door on the rocket ship opened automatically and an unconscious blonde haired human in a black jumpsuit fell out the door onto the floor with a heavy thud.
"What the hell?!" Joel commented. "He shot ANOTHER guy into space?!"
Crow and Servo were hiding behind Joel's legs. "Think he's friendly?"
"Maybe he's dead."
The blonde human let out a groan of pain as he slowly regained consciousness.
"Agh! Zombie!"
Joel shook his head. "He's not a zombie, he's hurt." He approached the stranger while the bots stayed back. "Hey there, you alright?"
Looking up from the floor the newcomer was a little startled to see two robots and a human, with some kind of weight problem, staring at him. "Hey... You're the guy... You're the guy that weird scientist kept talking about. He said he launched you into space!"
"He did." Joel confirmed.
"What? Then... when did you get down?"
"I didn't."
"What? Then... how are we..."
Joel offered his hand to help the stranger to his feet, his other hand protectively covering his stomach. "It's a long story. I'm Joel."
"M-Mike." He answered in a shaking voice as slowly stood up. "Am I... are we... in... space?"
Joel sighed lightly. "Unfortunately, yes."
"Oh. I think I need to lay down." Mike quickly passed out, falling backward onto the floor with another heavy thud.
"Poor guy." Joel commented. "Gypsy!" He called out loudly as he looked at his unconscious guest laying at his feet. "We need you down here!"
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