[Kurt snorts.] Think that's why he likes us; we'll go along with his insanity. [The sentence brings on a memory of Jim tinkering with some bit of technology he'd found on one of the many planets they stopped at, his blue eyes electric bright. He scowls, the spade of his tail tapping against the chair leg.] Und ja, he's proposed a rather ridiculous idea. Not entirely without merit, but I have concerns about the repercussions.