Bob: If we walk far enough in one direction, will we come back to... those puddles? Y'know, like in a video game?
Jean: Let's hope not.
Voluptua: If this place recurses, it's still big. I can't see our backs on the horizon. That little dot is our frass, though.
Jean: Everybody shut up about our frass.
Bob: You brought it up.
Jean: I'll "bring up" something else if we keep talking about it.
