Apollo 404: (Crackling static) Houston, we have a problem. Over.

Houston Station: (Clear voice) Apollo 404, this is Houston. Go ahead. Over.

Apollo 404: Well, it appears we've stumbled upon a cosmic convenience store, and they've got a sale on black holes. It's like an interstellar discount or something. Over.

Houston Station: 404, Houston. You're not supposed to go shopping in uncharted space aisles. Remember the last time you brought back those alien trinkets? Over.

Apollo 404: Yeah, about that … they turned out to be just cosmic space dust collectors. But hey, this black hole's gotta be better, right? Over.

Houston Station: If you plan on window shopping, make sure not to try on any event horizons. Those things can be quite a fashion disaster. Over.

Apollo 404: Copy that, Houston. And don't worry; I've already packed my antigravity space suit. Gonna look fabulous while I twirl around this black hole. Over.

Houston Station: 404, Houston. Good to hear. Remember, no returns if you get sucked in. Safe travels, and see you on the other side … hopefully. Over and out.

Apollo 404: Roger that, Houston. Catch you on the flip side. Apollo 404, signing off.