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You desperately try to launch yourself out of your window to no avail. You look at your pistol and fire several shots into the glass, causing it to shatter and sending you into the endless vacuum of space.

You probably should have thought of a better plan, but it's too late for a plan B. The crew is now under new management, and you are a frozen husk of a person floating in the void.

At least the stars are beautiful tonight.

Game over. Moron.