The postgraduates have been beamed up, or something. It’s the postgraduate rapture.
What about the party? I don’t understand.
It’s the postgraduates’ way of saying goodbye. They’ve joined the paragraduates now. They’ve escaped.
I can’t believe the postgraduates left us behind.
They’re in a better place now.
Why can’t we be beamed up, too?
Because we’re not as young. As pure.
What about Fiver – he’s gone, too.
He never finished his PhD.
Of course.
Didn’t you hear that whooshing sound? That was the postgraduates being beamed up. They’ve left us – this whole dimension. This timeline, or whatever. There’ll be no more postgraduates, ever again.
They were too good for the world.
We’ll never hear them sing, not anymore.
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