Somehow, a big monkey just chillin' around on the ship is more eyebrow raising than all the aliens and whatnot. Granted, Dave was used to aliens before even arriving here, but still. You'd think he'd be used to this kind of stuff in general by now.
"Shit."
A very eloquent greeting from the strangely-dressed teen that just turned the corner to find a macaque looking around the crew quarters. He keeps a straight face for the most part, force of habit, but a little wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, just visible over the rim of his shades, as he processes this new development.
"Are sentient monkeys an actual thing in some universe -- or this one, I guess, I don't fuckin' know -- or are people just bringing primates on board for shits and giggles now?" A pause before he adds, almost pleadingly, "Please say words back, I don't wanna be that weirdo that talks to regular-ass animals."
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"Shit."
A very eloquent greeting from the strangely-dressed teen that just turned the corner to find a macaque looking around the crew quarters. He keeps a straight face for the most part, force of habit, but a little wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, just visible over the rim of his shades, as he processes this new development.
"Are sentient monkeys an actual thing in some universe -- or this one, I guess, I don't fuckin' know -- or are people just bringing primates on board for shits and giggles now?" A pause before he adds, almost pleadingly, "Please say words back, I don't wanna be that weirdo that talks to regular-ass animals."