Vivika was commonly believed to fill some function at the station. Exactly what this function was, no one knew, including the lady herself (The word "lady" is applied loosely here, since Vivika was a dwarf rabbit the size of a pretzel cart, notorious for her ferocious approach to fellatio in which both participants were frequently decapitated). The only thing anyone knew for certain was that she was there.
It so happened that on the third day after the establishment of Moon Base Quagga, the crew, having been confined within for several weeks, began to exhaust their meager supplies. They say idiocy is contagious, so you'd better watch yourself. This leads us onto the scene at hand, wherein Vivika, that pontiff of useful... well, she was there, she thought. And so was Reginald.
As the head of the payroll department, no one had ever actually seen Reginald. Most believed him to be a myth, which suited his highly abstract approach toward the issuance of pay. Once, the workers were buffeted with thousands of glass platypodes fired from a Gatling-like device dubbed "The Payinator." Half of the staff was killed instantly; the others divided into factions and waged wage-wars on the superliminal scale.

The two of them discuss their prospects over the warm corpse of yet another employee.

"There are actually three moon bases-" Vivika explained, "Moon Base Alpha, Moon Base Pi, and Moon Base Quagga, where we are now."

Reginald asked, "Why would anyone build a moon base on earth?"

"The parking. I think a better question would be 'Why do you have a violin made out of ham?'"

"It's a fiddle."

"Fine, whatever. Let's eat it!"

Reginald recoiled as though struck. "Absolutely not! Let's eat this dead guy..."

"That you killed."

"...before he starts dripping all over the place."

Vivika made a move towards the corpse, but stopped. "You know what? I've never really been into the whole cannibalism thing."

Reginald thought for a time. "He's eaten more recently than we have. There might be something left in his stomach." Then, producing a serrated blade, he set about slicing the corpse's belly open.

"Blech! I hope it's intact..."

"I hope it's a hot pocket!"

Vivika shifted uncomfortably. "You know, if you hadn't killed him, he could have told us where the emergency rations are kept."

"He kept following me around..."

"He was your bodyguard!"

A glint of metal showed in the incision in the deceased man's abdomen. "Foil?" Reginald couldn't believe his eyes.

"Popcorn!" Vivika bounced back and forth like a puppy. "Popcorn! Popcorn!"

"My God, you're right! We're saved!" Reginald hurriedly cut into the man's clothes, flinging strips of textile hither and yon. "Found it!" The button to activate the automatic popper had replaced the man's right nipple. Pressing thereupon, the mechanism clicked into action, issuing a quiet hum.
Within a few minutes, the kernels began to pop, a few seconds apart at first, but gradually coming closer and closer together. The foil expanded rapidly, like some monstrous metallic tumor.
When the popping was done, Reginald lanced the bag with his knife, where steam arose from the slit and curled into the air. They advanced eagerly at this nourishment, each refusing to eat before the other.

"You're a woman," Reginald said, affecting his best southern accent, "you should eat first."

"No, no..." Vivika said, shaking her head, "it was your idea. You must be the first to eat."

It went back and forth like this for a time. Neither moved forwards to be the first.

"I had forgotten," Reginald said, "but I don't eat."

It was then Vivika's turn to confess. "I also had forgotten, but neither do I."

"What will become of us, then?" Reginald's shadowy form dimmed, the light growing either stronger or weaker. It was difficult to tell the difference.

"Back to work, I suppose." Vivika sighed and laid her head on her forepaws.

"Are we the only ones left? Is there no one left to work for?" He paced the wall. "Where are we, really? Just who in the hell do you think you are?!" He tried to seize her by the scruff of her neck, but his hands passed through without contact, like one or both of them had become incorporeal.

"I've never known the answer to anything. In all my life, the only thing I've learned is that I haven't learned enough."

The light faded. Reginald crouched down and wrapped his arms around his knees. "Mommy...it’s getting cold..."

"It was always cold, baby. It was always cold."

That was when the world exploded.