The thoughts running through Chimpy's mind would not make sense to a human. Cart-wheeling through the vacuum of space in an astronaut suit does not make sense to Chimpy. One image in Chimpy's head is universal: banana.

Shrapnel surrounds Chimpy. He tries to grab for something banana-like (a phone), but he is foiled by the equal and opposite reactions to his actions. Around cartwheel number 470, Chimpy's darting eyes relax to a looping gaze and then a serene stare.

Banana?