“…the Voyager Project’, they said!  ‘It’ll be great for you career’, they said!”  Its voice was unmistakably male, and from the sound of it, still very cranky.  Celestia lowered her head a bit and peeked one of her shimmering pink irises through the hole.  It was indeed awake.  It punctuated every painful exclamation with a heavy yank on its chains.  It continued ranting to nopony in particular.