Looking out the porthole we saw a fake spaceship outside. What the hell? It was an interesting concept, squat and rusted, clearly made from definite plane, not just some cardboard boxes taped together, this had taken time. Still, it was fake. Kelsey Grammer wouldn't believe me, the prick, so I went outside to prove it. He wouldn't go with me. "Be careful! Conserve your oxygen!" Sure thing, Frasier.
Yep, fake. Nice job with the spray-paint rust spots. I went back inside and Kelsey Grammer was lying on the couch looking worn out. "While you were gone the most amazing thing happened, but I imagine you're as exhausted from your journey as I am from mine. There will be ample time later for tale-telling. Do you know what Caruso said about me, as we were wending back from the far reaches of the universe? He said I'd probably just saved the whole lot of it, you know, the universe and all, with, you know, my heroism and bravery and things. Ah, well, it's just as well you were preoccupied - I'm sure you would have helped, if you'd known."