[ He's not in this game to play. He's here just to escape the relentless dampness and the stench of rotting alien currently pervading the city, which is why he's floating high above the ravine, watching people swing through the vines. It's funny: the people who are most graceful and proficient at vine-swinging are, almost without exception, also the people who overshoot into unprogrammed space, and reappear on the cliff.
But he's run out of graham crackers (swiped from the campground s'mores supplies) and has amused himself throwing bits of the cracker wrapper into unprogrammed space and watching them pixelate and disappear, but now that's gone too, and now he's bored, so he might as well go and be sociable.
Which is why he appears on the ledge Lightning's clinging to. He crouches down, peers over at her, and says: ]
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[ He's not in this game to play. He's here just to escape the relentless dampness and the stench of rotting alien currently pervading the city, which is why he's floating high above the ravine, watching people swing through the vines. It's funny: the people who are most graceful and proficient at vine-swinging are, almost without exception, also the people who overshoot into unprogrammed space, and reappear on the cliff.
But he's run out of graham crackers (swiped from the campground s'mores supplies) and has amused himself throwing bits of the cracker wrapper into unprogrammed space and watching them pixelate and disappear, but now that's gone too, and now he's bored, so he might as well go and be sociable.
Which is why he appears on the ledge Lightning's clinging to. He crouches down, peers over at her, and says: ]
Would you like a marshmallow?
[ He still has a few of those left. ]