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Max would take a swig of his drink, a canned beverage labelled "Bloxy Cola", and swish it around his mouth as his considered the dwarf's question. Swallowing, he finally answered, "Well, we've been hanging around for a few days before the journey, to get the feel of the place. Apparently he didn't even bother to make a map for the ship, so we had to memorise each shortcut." He took another swig of his Cola. "Sometimes, you gotta learn quick to last as long as we have out there."
"The numberth on the doorth help too," contributed Jack, drinking a glass of water with an admirable attempt at preventing himself from spitting it out due to long-term gag training.
"Yeah, and that."
Despite their initial complaints, or at least the complaints of the Robloxian, the Few seemed quite at ease so far from home. Perhaps it was years of experience with the unknown, always on the move to worlds that had only few similar physical laws between them. They certainly had the air of people who have seen everything possible to be seen by mortal man and more.
"Tho, while we're waiting, wanna tell uth about where you guyth came from?" asked Jack. "Jutht to break the ithe a bit and get to know each other."
"Well yeah," said Fancy, a touch reproachfully. "That's pretty much the point of this chat, Jack. I already said. But yeah, where do you guys hail from?"