[That’s like a totally different world. Well it literally is, but - what an unfathomable concept. A costar.

He starts to feel something like he does when he sees his classmates singing together. From afar. Something like wistful jealousy.]

Oh, me, I, uh...well I have to practice alone, you see. Dancing just ain’t ‘penguin’. [In the words of his father.] It’s easier. Less distractions.

And - forget having a ‘costar.’ Penguins sing. They don’t dance.

[A sigh, he brightens up.]

Just - wow. An entire classroom. I can’t even imagine. Is it normal for alie -humans?