What's That Glow (In the Cargo Hold)

Well, the ship's hummin' like it's feelin' fine Stars drift by in a lazy line Llama's drivin', that island breeze in her stare Bob's glowin' soft in a bean bag chair Kevin's wanderin', hands in his hoodie Whistlin' low, 'cause chaos is his duty DO NOT TOUCH says the cargo bay door He just shrugs like, "Yeah… what's this one for?" There's a crate in the back with a neon sign Buzzin' like soda and bad design Bob goes stiff, shell light turns cold "Hey guys... why's it glowin' in the cargo hold?" Hey now, what's that glow? Why's it hummin' like it's ready to blow? Duck tech, bad check, here we go again Somebody tell me Kevin's not leanin' in Hey now, back it up slow Last time we touched stuff we opened a portal Llama shouts down the hallway bold "PLEASE tell me nobody licked that glow." Sticker says BIG DUCK PROPERTY Underneath: DO NOT LICK, SERIOUSLY Kevin laughs like that's a joke Bob smells syrup and nearly chokes Flashback hits, kazoo refrain Gravy boat trauma in his brain Bob says low, shell light thin, "We don't lick unknown things again." Driftin' from the cockpit: "...I want that sentence framed and dated." Air feels weird, lights turn blue Kevin's way too close to that goo Little pause... everyone knows... Somebody's about to make this real gross Hey now, what's that glow? Why's the engine makin' duck sounds, bro? Buzz rise, color shift, gravity weird Kevin wipes his mouth like "what? I just cheered." Hey now, don't play dumb Bob's glow flickers to ultraviolet plum Llama calls back, voice like stone: "...Kevin. Did you lick the glowing unknown?" Ship goes WUB then ship goes PING Lights do a weird synchronized thing Feather icons flash on the screen Nobody knows what that might mean Kevin shrugs like he feels fine Bob now hummin' in a minor key line Llama sighs, hands still on control "If this ship grows feathers, I'm ejecting you both." Hey now, that's not normal Why's the hallway breathin' in Morse code portal? Glow's spreadin' down the metal floor Bob looks greener than before Hey now, here we go Next time maybe heed the warning, though Kevin smiles, thumbs-up, bold... "Worth it. Tasted kinda duckin' cold." Bob just stares. "Kev… why'd you lick it?" Llama mutters, "Write that down. Historic. Don't forget it." Entry number why-me in the cosmic idiot log