“…because it’s a weather machine, not a bloody satellite weapon,” Nik said angrily. “What’s a satellite weapon?” Dustin asked. “I don’t know!” “How do you not know?” Neil asked. “Because I’m six months old. Most of what I know is random nonsense put in my head by a man far too invested in TV theme songs.” “What’s a TV theme song?” Dustin asked. “Yeah, that must be awful,” Neil said. “Want a sandwich?” “Yes, please,” Nik said. “And some carrot juice—not because I’m a rabbit!” “You’re allowed to like what you like,” Neil said with a chuckle.
