Many [accidental voice]

[count_to_two]

[Detritus is out stomping through the woods, his massive crossbow resting over one shoulder. Something seems to be puzzling him. (Granted, many things puzzle Detritus, particularly when the weather's warm. He's a little slow on the uptake.) He's talking mostly to himself, and hasn't noticed that the crow is recording.]So... you go off in one

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[nojusticeonlyme]

There is no turtle. I therefore surmise that this is a roundworld. However...

It is...strange. I know no worlds like this. And I know all worlds, in time.

[count_to_two]

...What is a Roundworld?

[nojusticeonlyme]

[No sarcasm or irony]

A world which is round.

[count_to_two]

[Even if it was there, the sarcasm would go totally over his head. >_>]

...Oh. Yeah, dat makes sense. So... like the Disc?

[askthelookout]

[Sing-song]

See the Turtle of enormous girth, on his back he holds the earth, his thoughts are slow but always kind, he holds us all within his mind...

... To which turtle do you refer, sai Detritus?

[count_to_two]

[pause as he sorts through this]

...Dat one dat you just said, I t'ink.

[askthelookout]

Maturin? [Blink] I thought we weren't from the same world, sai Detritus.

[count_to_two]

Er... where I come from der turtle is called A'Tuin. But der last fellow I talked to says this place hasn't got one at all.