[Now he does twist around again, partly because it's getting inconvenient talking to the air, tucking one leg under the opposite knee.] We didn't exactly take a film studio with us, Dean. No, it was... well, actually, it was a Cylon spy gathering intel, but we didn't find that out till later. She did actually release the movie, though. It was good PR for the fleet: [He affects a wide-eyed face and spreads his hands wide, as if demonstrating a headline.] See the real faces of the men and women who protect you every day. That kind of thing. She asked me how I unwind. [And boy, had he told her. And everyone else, by proxy.
He resettles, folding his arms, and arches a brow.] And I do know what a comic book is. We have those. Uh, had. [He clears his throat, moves on quickly.] They're fictional in your world. I assume they're real in their own.
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He resettles, folding his arms, and arches a brow.] And I do know what a comic book is. We have those. Uh, had. [He clears his throat, moves on quickly.] They're fictional in your world. I assume they're real in their own.