"You're telling me you two screwed up a plan forty years ago..." He pauses, raising an eyebrow and assuming that towering, menacing posture again. "...And you still can't get it right." It sounds like the plan was doomed to fail, just like the planet.

"It's been forty years and you couldn't just tell us how to make space travel work? Then the planet can blow up and you both can die and we don't have to." He sounds unimpressed. He has the ability to make clones of himself, crazy magic can definitely help them get into space. Or it could've. Forty years ago.