Honestly Clarinet wasn't at all sure what was so funny about all of this. If anything was funny, then it was the fact that the Frost Demon needed to have a second person if he wished to procreate. The idea of two people doing, well, it was absolutely gross. The fact that people would actually go so far as to touch parts of the body that he didn't have that were apparently so dirty they needed to be hidden yet people still had fun with them was really just appalling. He was so grateful that he was a sort of plant, reptile and insect hybrid that didn't have to worry about those kinds of things. It sure did make life a lot less complicated.<br/><br/>Soon enough, though, Kelvin's responses just made him roll his eyes. "At least have a little self-respect would you? I mean, man you don't go around trying to ruin anything! Who said that you would need to find a Frost Demon woman anyway?" Clarinet was wondering if it were possible for a Frost Demon to, well, procreate with a member of a different species to generate some sort of offspring organism. In some people's minds this would have all seemed kind of kinky.<br/><br/>In the Namekian's thought processes, however, it just looked like it was incredibly strange. "I have a fairly large family by your standards, but I'm a warrior-type Namek. That means that there are few others in my clan that look just like me." Clarinet smirked for a moment, showing that he actually did have a little pride over it. "Despite the fact that we reproduce via parthenogenesis - from spitting up those eggs - not everyone who is born from a single leader looks identical. Warrior-type Nameks take more strength to grow, and they're stronger as a result."<br/><br/>Despite the fearsome appearance, the vast majority of Namekians weren't warrior-types. Being a trained soldier for that planet of slug people was indeed a great honor, and it wasn't one that most individuals would have had. "While you might say our power levels never approach the ridiculous levels that your species might have, our array of attacks you have to admit is quite precious."<br/><br/>That was a slightly unusual term for him to choose, but Clarinet was sure that he helped the other out of a tough situation before with that antenna beam. Blinking for a moment as he continued to follow along, Clarinet soon had his turn to laugh at awkwardness. "I always thought that was some bad fashion your people had! You mean you actually have to break off a shell to go to the bathroom?" Then again, Clarinet was also laughing because presumably being a sort of slug that survived merely on water meant that he didn't have to bother himself with such trivial tasks as going to the bathroom.<br/><br/>In spite of the large size of the room, it had looked like they made it to the other side fairly quickly. Soon enough it had even looked like the door was sliding open. That interior hall was much different. Regardless, he soon had other things to think about than the size of the room and the fact that Kelvin was hungry in spite of the medical chamber that he was recovering in before. There wasn't even really any place to jump for that moment.<br/><br/>Eventually, though, it had looked like they were safer and there was even a musical soundtrack to accompany this. Well, that's what it sounded like to Clarinet anyway. Unlike Kelvin, who seemed to be having some sort of ecstasy as a result of being exposed to the sounds, Clarinet just thought it was a tone that sounded like someone perhaps striking a single chord on a pipe organ or something of the sort.<br/><br/>Apparently it rejuvenated his friend and traveling companion, so he figured it mustn't have been too bad. Nevertheless, though, it looked like Kelvin had also been pretty excited about this whole Telaurius deal. He wasn't quite sure if that was the alien that they had seen in the recordings either, but before too long he apparently had a data drive pressed into his hands. Without further ado it also looked like Kelvin had christened him to be the one who was supposed to be 'good with computers.'<br/><br/>Clarinet blinked for a moment and turned down toward the drive that he had been given. "Am I good with computers?" He never thought about it before, because technical skill was just something that anyone who traveled as much in space as he had needed. It was sort of a prerequisite to serving with the organization that they worked with anyway.<br/><br/>Irrespective of any of this, he soon maneuvered over to a console. Only having taken a few presses of discrete mechanical controls to have it operative, it looked like Clarinet had decoded a large amount of data that was stored on the drive in some sort of a compressed format. For the time being, he wasn't sure where the energy to power this equipment was coming from, but he didn't bother himself with that question for the moment anyway. Rather he just blinked and looked up as though he wanted the Frost Demon to come and take a look at what he had found.<br/><br/>Apparently he didn't know how to read any of this text, and Clarinet had figured that perhaps Kelvin would have had a better chance of being able to. It was a long shot, but if there were something mystical that had allowed him to respond properly to that tone, then there was probably something else that would have let him read this type of text without any further problems.<br/><br/>Eventually he had actually come to articulate what he was thinking about the situation at the moment. Blinking as he looked back up toward the other, Clarinet scowled and exhaled before letting out his feelings.<br/><br/>"I consider myself a pretty literate guy, but I can't make heads or tails out of any of this!"