It was a normal day on the ship. Crewmates were working, the usual. When out of nowhere you walk into the cafeteria to see a looming astronaut sitting at a faraway table. Granted they looked lonely, but the size alone made you feel intimidated. A red gleaming star shined at the edge of their visor. A massive traffic cone sat on their head, and a bloody knife lay near them. They sat there, silent and menacingly. They were twice the size of you, maybe even a normal crewmate.