[Talk about subject change. He stares at the journal for a moment, uncomprehending and trying to discover the mysterious link between separate realities and milkshakes.]
Uh, yeah... [He surfaces from his thoughts, shrugging his shoulders.] They're alright. [Then, frowning:] Why? ...What's this about?
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Uh, yeah... [He surfaces from his thoughts, shrugging his shoulders.] They're alright. [Then, frowning:] Why? ...What's this about?