[Oh, Doctor. You know your way to a skeleton's non-existent heart, don't you? Sans' face isn't exactly readable on the best of days, but there's no denying the flash of engagement in his eyelights at the mention of space.
Even after travelling multidimensional with an intergalactic time organization, there's just never getting over the appeal of stars, planets, and vast swaths of empty space that went on forever. Living your whole life trapped under a mountain -- one with very clear barriers and no sky at all -- will do that to a skeleton, apparently.]
Well, nobody's ever accused me of being very interesting. [It's an attempt towards casual, but there's no missing his preoccupation with the Doctor's slip of information.] Space's a pretty big place. Can you get more specific?
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Even after travelling multidimensional with an intergalactic time organization, there's just never getting over the appeal of stars, planets, and vast swaths of empty space that went on forever. Living your whole life trapped under a mountain -- one with very clear barriers and no sky at all -- will do that to a skeleton, apparently.]
Well, nobody's ever accused me of being very interesting. [It's an attempt towards casual, but there's no missing his preoccupation with the Doctor's slip of information.] Space's a pretty big place. Can you get more specific?