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[Remember the Mr. Saturn car? While in search of the bulletin board, as well as an open space to show Milagro his PSI abilities, Jaime's found it again, but, as the train hasn't been good to ANYONE lately, it's cold. Not cold enough for snow, but still very, very cold. Thus, Jaime, with an outrageously colorful quilt around his shoulders, is sitting in a house and staring out the window at the hot springs. Several of the little aliens are bobbing up and down in the water.]
It'll be too hot if I go in. And then it'll be too cold to get out. Hnnn... huh?
[A Mr. Saturn, wrapped in a scarf and winter hat, tries to offer him a cup of coffee with a concerned bleat.]
No, no thanks. I don't really like coffee. Too bitter for me.
[It seems to shrug--how does a Mr. Saturn shrug without shoulders?--and waddles out of the house, in search of any other traingoers in need of shelter.]
Maybe I should get out of here soon, too...
It'll be too hot if I go in. And then it'll be too cold to get out. Hnnn... huh?
[A Mr. Saturn, wrapped in a scarf and winter hat, tries to offer him a cup of coffee with a concerned bleat.]
No, no thanks. I don't really like coffee. Too bitter for me.
[It seems to shrug--how does a Mr. Saturn shrug without shoulders?--and waddles out of the house, in search of any other traingoers in need of shelter.]
Maybe I should get out of here soon, too...