"Sure thing Emmet, I've got a nice collection o' stones right here for ya!"
Mitch grabs his crotch and thrusts his hips provocatively, chortling loudly.
Finally figuring out the commsets are operating, Mitch shoves the mic too close into his mouth,
"Willis, how do I get some water down here? I need to call in some stills, condensers, vaporators--somethin' to feed our Techie's little sprouts. We got 'bout 3 months rationed supply of it stored, but you and I both know water goes quick, and who likes these restrictions on consumption anyway!"
Mitch gives Stalvet a friendly slap and blurts out,
"Hey! I know how much we all need water out here I'm not about to wash down everythin' I see with big swigs of it bein' wasteful, am I?"
Mitch sets the sono-tiller down and leaves the greenhouse, walking around the site for the research lab, picking up random rocks and shoving them in the sample analyser, and mumbling the highest mineral densities in each as they're scanned.
Jensen grows agitated and returns to his quarters, tossing the soil analyzer at Emmet.