“They never show that in movies,” Jean-Pierre points out grumpily.
“True.” Bertrand tosses out the nine of clubs; it tumbles lazily, end over end. “One doesn’t just freeze in vacuum. One doesn’t merely suffocate. One explodes!”
“The ultimate contextualization!” says Jacques, grabbing the nine and stuffing it in his hand. “An attempt to fill the void with self–”
“Spare us,” groans Jean-Pierre.
“There is nothing outside the text!” Jacques insists. He means this literally; the three of them are in a spaceship made of origami newsprint.
It should be noted that this is basically the worst possible kind of spaceship.