Topsy: The sky is.... :blink:
Tria: ...Mating with the ground. :blink:
Topsy: I didn't think that was possible.
Grandpa Longneck: It is clear that the threehorns are thinking too many unclean thoughts...
Topsy: Whatever Longneck. We're just too superstitious to understand how nature really works...
Tria: So we make up stupid storied to justify our beliefs.
Topsy: If you're so smart, Longneck tell me what that flat, gray thing is that goes in a straight line over the ground... and it has white lines on it too...
Tria: Or what those things the size of mid-sized dinosaurs are...
Grandpa Longneck: Wow. This should really be in the "things the characters would NEVER say" thread...
Topsy: What's a '"thread"?