“That’s not my ice, baby.”

Austin paused. Then his smile somehow grew wider.

It’s not easy being groovy in a gritty reboot world. But if anyone can save humanity with bad puns, raised eyebrows, and a stolen moon buggy, it’s the man who still thinks “tweet” is something birds do.

Austin’s eyes snapped open. His chest heaved once. Twice. Then he lifted a single, perfectly manicured finger and declared to the empty lab: