[Once the last piece is in place, he stares at it for a second, scratching his chin as he tries to figure out what exactly she means to do with this. At first, he thought maybe it was one weird as hell way to start a fire, but that's not it. You don't much call for clotheslines in space.
He finally manages to connect the dots and, in a very rare moment of protecting another creature from potential embarrassment, he hesitantly lays his belt across it. It dips a little in the middle, but doesn't fall over immediately.
Give it a few minutes and a light breeze and maybe it will. The whole situation is so ridiculous that he snorts, at first, and then doubles over in a hysterical, wheezing laugh. He has no idea what's so funny, aside from this pathetic attempt at a clothesline with a belt swung over it. Maybe it's just that on top of how much this day already sucks.]
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He finally manages to connect the dots and, in a very rare moment of protecting another creature from potential embarrassment, he hesitantly lays his belt across it. It dips a little in the middle, but doesn't fall over immediately.
Give it a few minutes and a light breeze and maybe it will. The whole situation is so ridiculous that he snorts, at first, and then doubles over in a hysterical, wheezing laugh. He has no idea what's so funny, aside from this pathetic attempt at a clothesline with a belt swung over it. Maybe it's just that on top of how much this day already sucks.]