Oh, so Clint gets to go into space. He sees what this is. This is vitalism, and if he knew anything about the legal protection of a person against bias he would sue the shit outta Starfleet. Typical (living) boys' club.

But he laughs at the story! What a good visual. "That's funny as hell! I probably woulda... Shoot, I don't know! What's a guy even do in that situation? Did you have to lie to Bones about where you found Clint? Say he was your cousin or somethin'? Or does he know you go through interdimensional doors and drink beer and watch cartoons with dead bodies?"

He chuckles to himself and takes a swig of beer. "If you ever wanna freak Bones out again, man... We could put some makeup on me and have him do a physical. How much you think he'd shit pants?" Oh, he loves this idea.