Oh, come, come, George! You're still new. You'll learn. Besides, you're still far better company than the riff-raff back in the Thunderdome.

A hovering mountain, eh? Sounds like the place to be. Take the lead, George, and keep your wits about you. I know I'll keep my cane about me. Lord knows what else this forest has in store for us.

This Thoughtsteel stuff really is the business, though. I only have to ponder for a split se-ooh! A perfect bust of Hercule Poirot! Oh, we are definitely taking this gunk back to reality, George. So many ideas, so little time.