"Ow, I'll send you the coordinates of that thing right away... wait, you don't understand such hyper-dimensional formulas. I'll just say it directly, keep your hand at the current dimensional level and then move left steadily...
No problem, keep moving, I'm watching the coordinates change."
Despised by Monica for his knowledge, Murphy moved his left hand expressionlessly, like a farmer feeling for mudfish in a rice field, inwardly resolving that once he took over the Sentinel Corps, he'd modify the logic circuits of these blunt-talking sentinels into fools or mutes.
"Stop! That's the coordinate point, now move vertically upward..."
