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Guy will be the first to tell you that he is just a little guy. He was not made to fix engines or fight monsters or save planets, he was made to sweep, and he is very good at sweeping.

He is doing exactly what he was made to do when the ship starts to shake, and then violently tips to the side. Guy is just a little guy and has to obey gravity and so starts falling with all the other furniture. Down down down and straight through a window.

Guy tumbles through space. It's cold and dark and he is all alone, except for debris floating around him. He notices his paws are empty. His broom, where is his broom?

He paddles around in a circle, searching the endless expanse of space for his broom. He spies it floating out in the distance. Guy starts to panic. If he doesn't not have his broom he can not sweep and all he knows how to do is sweep. He starts to paddle through the air towards, but Guy is not fast and the broom is floating farther and farther away.

“Oh my god Guy!” Guy hears the blue haired one shouts. “Guys! Guy is in space!”
“Can he breathe out there?” The pink mouse asks.
“Raccoons are not known for being able to breathe in outer space.” The Doctor says.
“But he was bio hacked right?”
“Not for breathing in space!”
“I'm just a little guy.” He yells, which turns out to be a very bad idea as it suddenly becomes very hard to breathe. He starts to spin wildly. He needs his broom and he needs to breathe and he's just a little guy.
“Guy, we're coming! Hold on!” Someone yells as the world goes dark.

When Guy comes to, he's back on the ship, surrounded by the others.
“Hey Guy, how are you feeling?” The Doctor asks.
“Little.” He says. His hands are empty, his broom, where is his broom? “Just Guy?”
“Well his speech doesn't seem to be impaired, so that's good.” The Doctor tells the others. Guy gets up and looks around the room they're in, flipping things over in search of his broom. Where could it be?”
“Guy what the heck?” Guy is lifted off the ground.
“Little guy, just guy.” Guy says, wiggling and trying to get free.
“Guy what's wrong?”
“Just Guy? Just,” Guy does a sweeping motion.
“Oh his broom!” The pink mouse says. “Was it outside with you?” Guy nods.
“Sorry buddy, I don't think we grabbed it.”
“Just a little guy.” Guy starts to cry. “I'm just a little guy.”

“Oh buddy, we'll get you a new broom okay?” Guy nods. “You want some cheese fries?” He nods again. Guy likes cheese fries. Cheese fries are not broom but they are still good. “Azham! Cheese fries?”
“Coming right up.” The warm one pats his head. “Glad you're okay buddy.”
“I'm just a little guy.”
“Yes you are, a very brave little guy.”