“Pods.”
“Is that what they are called?”
“Yes. Pods. Quite sure.”
“So, like peas?”
“Hrm. Yes. I guess your right.”
“Seems silly, don’t you think. They don’t look anything like peas.”
“That they don’t, son. That they don’t.”
“When did the last one die?”
“Oh, long before I was ever born. Back in the 21st century.”
“Seems a pity. They seemed like beautiful creatures.”
“From the vids I have seen, they were quite the creature.”
“Why didn’t we save them?”
“Now, that my son, is the million dollar question.”
“What’s a million dollars?”
“A completely different story, son. A completely different story.”
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