Dunno. McMurder Mansion, remember? I think the idea is we stay, we live, we...I dunno, find love, and/or we kill each other.

So, I mean, unless you're a murderer or really want to die, or are expecting a breakout by a competent team of space marines [the word of note in that sentence is competent], then yeah.

Stuck.

For a while.

[And then he's going to enjoy his spacefood because this idea doesn't seem to bother him too much. Maybe he got all his freaking out done beforehand. Honestly? Weirder shit has happened. ...Okay, weirder shit hasn't happened, this is the weirdest, but he's had some weird shit happen. So.]