"Yes, very nice and all, but would you mind waiting until we're on a planet with an atmosphere? I seriously have no idea how you're still alive."
Hawkman's attempt to rescue the prisoners with the power of music was delayed when he found the only signal his portable radio could pick up all the way out here was a faint country music station.
And all women are clones, apparently.
"We can has demon train?"
"Got the gun and not hanging upside down. Everything's coming up grey dude."
"Don't worry about those giant praying mantises, I'll stick my arm out arbitrarily to shield your naughty bits from the camera!"