[Fern makes an unimpressed noise at that answer. Yeah, he knows science types and how little value they place on sleep, so he doubts that's a good estimation of how much time has passed. Which makes it even worse, honestly - he knows what it's like to be trapped, cut off from the rest of the world, essentially only yourself for company. There are those Zims below, but he knows they don't count.
He reaches up, running a hand through his hair.]
That's really messed up, man. [Of course, probably not as messed up as the thing he's going to ask about next. He doesn't want to, because he knows the answer isn't good, but he can't very well just leave it alone.]
What's with the - [He gestures at Zib's head, indicating the PAK.] - that thing?
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He reaches up, running a hand through his hair.]
That's really messed up, man. [Of course, probably not as messed up as the thing he's going to ask about next. He doesn't want to, because he knows the answer isn't good, but he can't very well just leave it alone.]
What's with the - [He gestures at Zib's head, indicating the PAK.] - that thing?