[We're on a...a starboat? That thinks for itself? And there's not just other worlds in the stars, there's other worlds just like the world? And they--and the world--are gone? But we can possibly get them back?]

He let out a hooting laugh.

[C'mooon, seriously? Now I know you're just making things up.]

Clamboring along the branch he was on, he swung around the tree trunk to face Beastboy again, body language screaming in monkey that he was skeptical to the bone.

[There's no way there could be a talking boat to the stars, and there's no way there could be other worlds and that they could all be eaten by giant bugs. What's really going on?]