[And how do time traveling historians feel about confused, soaking wet -- from having been recently dropped into the fountain, of course? -- guys who have horrible mustaches and are wearing an even more horrible mustard yellow sweater? Because there's one half-stumbling towards her right now, looking entirely confused by everything around him. You could call what he's doing wandering, trying to get his bearings, but really, he's just freaking out.]
Hey, can you...
[He scratches his head absentmindedly.]
Is there an explanation here, or are we all just supposed to assume we're insane, or what?
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Hey, can you...
[He scratches his head absentmindedly.]
Is there an explanation here, or are we all just supposed to assume we're insane, or what?