[Egon rubs the back of his head, frowning. He looks deeply unsettled as he racks his brain.]
...Ah, um. We were generally all around the same age. Early forties, late thirties.... [A pause.] If...I remember correctly, at least.
[Meanwhile, Q*Bert floats down towards Kirby and gives an inquisitive beep. What was singing for? Can she teach them how to do that? They don't seem to be paying any attention to this weird crisis at hand.]
Why would age be something inconsistent across dimensions?
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[Egon rubs the back of his head, frowning. He looks deeply unsettled as he racks his brain.]
...Ah, um. We were generally all around the same age. Early forties, late thirties.... [A pause.] If...I remember correctly, at least.
[Meanwhile, Q*Bert floats down towards Kirby and gives an inquisitive beep. What was singing for? Can she teach them how to do that? They don't seem to be paying any attention to this weird crisis at hand.]
Why would age be something inconsistent across dimensions?