Honestly, he's probably not even sure what the SPF stands for, all he knows is that if it's not at least 60, he's gonna get a sunburn, and that is no fun. Sunburn Prevention Forcefield. Yup. We'll go with that.
He gives a bright laugh then.
"You know, that... would be an interesting experiment if I ever get home," he says. "I'm not certain exactly how hot my fire's capable of getting, as it is; I've never had to try and melt rocks or steel or anything, but..." He rubs his chin. "You know, this might be an interesting experiment here," he says. "I wonder if there's a forge or anything anywhere I could try it out..."
He tilts his head a little.
"Lonely? I don't really think so," he says, though there's nothing indignant in his voice. "Humans might all look pretty similar, but I don't think I've ever met two humans were were exactly alike. I've been to worlds where there's other types of folks--other animal types that can talk and walk upright." He snorts a laugh. "And yes, I'm serious. A duck." With a Scottish accent, for that matter. "I also met his nephew and... grand-nephews, I guess?" Granted, Donald had tried to kill him, and he'd only ever seen the triplets in passing, but it was still a little weird to him to think that this was a family of walking, talking ducks. "That place also has, ah... mouse-people, dog-people... cat-people, too, I think." That Pete guy is a cat, isn't he? It's hard to tell.
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He gives a bright laugh then.
"You know, that... would be an interesting experiment if I ever get home," he says. "I'm not certain exactly how hot my fire's capable of getting, as it is; I've never had to try and melt rocks or steel or anything, but..." He rubs his chin. "You know, this might be an interesting experiment here," he says. "I wonder if there's a forge or anything anywhere I could try it out..."
He tilts his head a little.
"Lonely? I don't really think so," he says, though there's nothing indignant in his voice. "Humans might all look pretty similar, but I don't think I've ever met two humans were were exactly alike. I've been to worlds where there's other types of folks--other animal types that can talk and walk upright." He snorts a laugh. "And yes, I'm serious. A duck." With a Scottish accent, for that matter. "I also met his nephew and... grand-nephews, I guess?" Granted, Donald had tried to kill him, and he'd only ever seen the triplets in passing, but it was still a little weird to him to think that this was a family of walking, talking ducks. "That place also has, ah... mouse-people, dog-people... cat-people, too, I think." That Pete guy is a cat, isn't he? It's hard to tell.