( video | un: jaguar )

[scarcastically]

Y'know, going up in space, visiting other worlds is supposed to blow your damn mind. The idea's that you're exposed to stuff so unreal, so beyond believin' that it's alien to you.

So why exactly are we celebratin' Christmas in space? Feels kinda weird, to be honest. But I guess capitalism and commercialism is a universal concept.

Still, though. Kinda gets me thinkin'. How do you celebrate your holidays where you're from? Don't tell me about Christmas though. We all know about Christmas.

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[scarcastically]

[ close enough. ]

Species? Like humans?

[plumbiferous]

All humans and all trolls except for us were dead, yes. There were some Carapacians and Consorts left, and so we made a place for everyone to live, and made a ton of clones of everyone, mixing the genetics properly of course so it wouldn't get weird later, to repopulate.

[ wait you made how many clones. ]

[scarcastically]

[ uh . . . huh. ]

Wow. Doesn't sound skeevy at all, dude.

[plumbiferous]

[ CROSSES HIS ARMS OVER HIS CHEST, FLUSTERED AGAIN ]

I'm not the geneticist, I don't know how it works! But us actually making children the "usual" way was out completely for several of us, and we weren't about to let the whole species die off entirely just because the universe got destroyed. Oh, I'm a giant muscle-bound skull monster, I'm going to destroy and eat everything, goodbye universe! Frankly, allowing that after he was killed would just be defeatist and letting him win posthumously.

[scarcastically]

[ erik holds his hands up. ]

Okay, man, chill. I don't need to hear the whole backstory. But yeah clones celebrating you definitely is uncomfortable.

[plumbiferous]

Oh, it's not the clone part, we're all clones too. Plus it's been five thousand years so all the original ones we had to make are long dead, unfortunately!

[ ??????????? he's instantly back to being chill at least. ]

[scarcastically]

[ oh boy. ]

Uh, yeah. Unfortunate.