"That's fascinating," he murmurs, about the gravity.
He doesn't understand it in the slightest, of course. But it's fascinating! He'll tell his more scientifically minded friends about it, and they'll probably think out loud at him at much more detailed length about the mechanics or implications or whatever. (Which he also won't understand, mostly, but that's all right.)
Anyway, back to the story. And the iljat, which he's vaguely picturing (probably incorrectly) as some kind of huge desert-dwelling octopus.
"I don't know him," is all he has to offer on the subject of Tars Tarkus, the helpful garbage heap of a proper man from Mars. So say whatever you like about him without fear of offense or hope of agreement, guys.
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He doesn't understand it in the slightest, of course. But it's fascinating! He'll tell his more scientifically minded friends about it, and they'll probably think out loud at him at much more detailed length about the mechanics or implications or whatever. (Which he also won't understand, mostly, but that's all right.)
Anyway, back to the story. And the iljat, which he's vaguely picturing (probably incorrectly) as some kind of huge desert-dwelling octopus.
"I don't know him," is all he has to offer on the subject of Tars Tarkus, the helpful garbage heap of a proper man from Mars. So say whatever you like about him without fear of offense or hope of agreement, guys.