[There's a long, thoughtful silence as Kay is reading. Not only because he has to muscle through the grammar, which is unsurprising as English is a common mutt among languages and even the native speakers have to climb an uphill battle to achieve an admirable sentence, but also because what the hell, people?]
[His brows slowly climb, migrating towards his hairline before they take a detour and steeply furrow as he hits a point where he's pretty sure that the write forgot what they were writing about 'cause there's an extra hand in there, he thinks.]
[Wait, why is he still reading this?]
[Kay looks almost apologetic to Walter as he hands it back off.] Here I was actually thinkin' it had to do with space travel. I guess it kind of did.
["Shipping" that is. Obviously he's a little too befuddled to comment on the actual content with Mr. Bishop here.]
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[His brows slowly climb, migrating towards his hairline before they take a detour and steeply furrow as he hits a point where he's pretty sure that the write forgot what they were writing about 'cause there's an extra hand in there, he thinks.]
[Wait, why is he still reading this?]
[Kay looks almost apologetic to Walter as he hands it back off.] Here I was actually thinkin' it had to do with space travel. I guess it kind of did.
["Shipping" that is. Obviously he's a little too befuddled to comment on the actual content with Mr. Bishop here.]