[voice]

[alittlesweptup]

[The voice on the network may not technically be shouting, but there's a distinctly hard edge to the words that easily translates into 'Oh my god I can't even believe this right now.']

Oi! Anyone using fire to deal with this nonsense had better knock it right off! I don't care if your fire's made of magic, Harry Potter, it's still probably burning up oxygen when you use it to light these bastards up-- and I don't know if you've noticed, but we're in bloody space.

[There's a beat, a sharp intake of breath as Charlie wills himself to not flip the nearest table. Finally, in a low steely tone:] We need oxygen for other things. Like, oh, breathing. Figure out a different way of doing things.

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[alittlesweptup]

[8|]

I don't think it's so easy as all that, mate.

[hotdate]

It's...not? Because in the movies it's super easy. Maybe it's because they didn't make their time machine out of a car.

[alittlesweptup]

[No, no he's not going to take the time to wax poetic about Back to the Future. He's got things to do, goddammit.]

See if the AI has a copy of Ray Bradbury's A Sound of Thunder while you're asking it about your...-- condition.

[hotdate]

...

That sounds suspiciously like a school book.

[You don't want him to LEARN, do you, Charlie? Because that's just rude]

[alittlesweptup]

It's a short story.

[Now stop complaining and do your homework!]

[hotdate]

[So cruel]

Fine, fine, I'll read the book.

[He so will not read the book]

--> disconnect

[alittlesweptup]

Good.

[And then he cuts the feed before the kid manages to drag him down another rabbit hole. Sorry for being a such a prick, Heath.]