"Yeah, it made sense." Though Hunk kind of wished it didn't, so he could gloss over everything instead of lining up his questions. But as those thoughts came together, he decided to counter.
"My Lion, I call him Yellow. He's awesome, and can materialize armor, giant metal claws, and a shoulder-mounted laser cannon out of thin air. And he can't teleport," though Hunk found himself thrilled at the notion, "but he can use wormholes and fly fast enough to break orbit!"
He didn't feel the need to say that pulling a sword out of a lion's mane didn't sound that odd by comparison. Now that his Lion-based riposte was complete, he veered into his questions.
"Did tennis transfer over to swordplay? Why didn't anyone else try to do something about this robot, like a cop? And if you pulled the sword out of the lion, then is it a lion or a sheath?"
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"My Lion, I call him Yellow. He's awesome, and can materialize armor, giant metal claws, and a shoulder-mounted laser cannon out of thin air. And he can't teleport," though Hunk found himself thrilled at the notion, "but he can use wormholes and fly fast enough to break orbit!"
He didn't feel the need to say that pulling a sword out of a lion's mane didn't sound that odd by comparison. Now that his Lion-based riposte was complete, he veered into his questions.
"Did tennis transfer over to swordplay? Why didn't anyone else try to do something about this robot, like a cop? And if you pulled the sword out of the lion, then is it a lion or a sheath?"