dipshits literally trying to make hot Cheetos ice cream
Angela: "please tell me they are filtering it"
Me: "hunny, they're dipshits"
Angela: "you can be a dipshit and still put it through a filter"

When I go two days in a row with no treasure because I lost a lot of pikmin, I'm imagining Captain Olimar starting to have a panic attack and yelling at Louie that they're wasting time and they're going to die on this godforsaken alien hellscape until he reminds himself that they're not going to die, their life support is fully functional and they're not going to run out of air if they take a day to regroup and just grow more pikmin.

And then I assume the sassy capitalist ship tells him he's setting a bad example for his subordinate Louie by falling behind in productivity.

I described this scenario to my fiancee and she said "oh no he has PTSD! Pikmin Traumatic Stress Disorder!"