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Captain Robert Walton: Dear sis, after failing to be a great writer, I am going to the NORTH POLE to do SCIENCE and find a FRIEND.

Margaret: Okay, Robert, I love you but can I give you some constructive criticism?

Robert: That depends. Is this going to be like your constructive criticism for my writing that made me cry?

Margaret: …Maybe. I admire your sense of adventure, but…that whole friendship thing. Why would you think the North Pole is a good place to find a friend? Isn’t the whole point of the North Pole no one lives there?

Robert: Er…. Well…. Look, sis, I’m just lonely! The crew is very nice and professional, but they don’t UNDERSTAND me! They can’t hold a decent conversation about literature or science. I just want someone I can have long talks with and enjoy dinner with and–

Margaret: So by friend you meant boyfriend. Got it. Still not seeing how you’ll find a beau in the North Pole–

Robert: SIS! We followed this weird gigantic figure on a dog sled and I found this gentleman on the ice. He’s like starved and half-frozen, but aside from being nearly dead, he definitely used to be REALLY HOT and he’s SUPER SMART and a GENTLEMAN and he might be into SCIENCE?? :D :D

Margaret: ….Huh.