Carol: This part of your kingdom's not so good.
Max: Why?
Carol: Well, look: this used to be all rock, and now it's sand, and then, one day, it's going to be dust, and then the whole island will be dust, and then... well I don't even know what comes after dust.
Max: Carol, did you know the sun was gonna die?
Carol: What? I never heard that... Oh, come on. That can't happen. I mean, you're the king, and look at me, I'm big! how can guys like us worry about a tiny little thing like the sun, hmm?
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