Oh, I'm no scientist whatsoever, so I'm taking the name in vain...
[That probably makes sense in some galaxy out there where everyone lives in a bottle, but back here Jack really is just rambling a bit aimlessly as he swirls the ice in his glass, letting it clink-clink-clink in a pretty little rhythm like he's making it dance.
He stares at it for a long moment before he seemingly remembers that he still has a question to answer, and then he raises it up as though in toast. Tilts his head towards Morgan.]
But how many drinks nowadays does it take, I wonder... Five? Or ten? There are some places, you see -- where time's forgot. Like the clocktower, and closed spaces. Dimensions. [he continues to be not-so-coherent while acting like he knows exactly what he's talking about... and also emptying the glass in a few] Like this. How many drinks-- would it take to go back a few days?
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[That probably makes sense in some galaxy out there where everyone lives in a bottle, but back here Jack really is just rambling a bit aimlessly as he swirls the ice in his glass, letting it clink-clink-clink in a pretty little rhythm like he's making it dance.
He stares at it for a long moment before he seemingly remembers that he still has a question to answer, and then he raises it up as though in toast. Tilts his head towards Morgan.]
But how many drinks nowadays does it take, I wonder... Five? Or ten? There are some places, you see -- where time's forgot. Like the clocktower, and closed spaces. Dimensions. [he continues to be not-so-coherent while acting like he knows exactly what he's talking about... and also emptying the glass in a few] Like this. How many drinks-- would it take to go back a few days?
I think I would still dance with her, regardless.