They all crack eventually. You play with your beloved space guys, fighting aliens with your antennas, exploring brave new tables and loveseats, making kitchen-livingroom-frontroom runs in under 12 parsecs, dodging gigantic sistermonsters, and one day, the chinstrap cracks. You freak out. Elmers glue does nothing. But its OK, only a slight oxygen leak. You just have to take it easy, and top-up the airtanks at base more often. But space isnt 'easy'. One gravity fluctuation and BAM, chinstrap hanging out like a half-ripped-off toenail, and just as painful to the psyche. Catching on every fiber of couch, in clothes, tangling in the carpet. Until finally that dangler goes and all thats left, the final indignity, YOU snap off the last half of the chinstrap. Because NO chinstrap is better than half right? WRONG. All you're left with is a mono color generic lego guy, and everywhere you go people ask "Why does this scuba guy have a motorcycle helmet on?"
Everyone. Cracks. In Space.