"Good for you!" he immediately exclaims. "Walking is good for the environment."
Oh yeah. Forgot he's like this too.

"I walk a lot too...but my feet aren't..." Galaxian struggles over the word "stronk." He's almost physically incapable of slang. He sounds like he just said "trunk" instead. Ah well.

Galaxian, the thread has to go somewhere.

The narrator is obviously ignored as he goes, "Not for me. I just have to be me for things like that."

No.

"No," he says, accompanied with a shake of his head. "I don't think so, at least." He pauses momentarily, nearly tipping his head to the left side. "Hmmmm...yeah, no, I don't think so," he reconfirms.

He's a character of Galaxian's. Most of their OCs have enough abilities to be able to fall off a cliff and be unharmed! Not to mention, it wasn't a cliff. It just kinda looked like one. 
"I am?" He grins. "I like the alliteration."
Galaxi, they're hungry--

"Alliteration! Alliteration," Galaxian says, the first time saying it at normal speed and the second time with slower speed. Usually people would do the opposite, but he isn't a teacher. He goes on to explain the best he can, "It's a form of figurative language where the words have a repeated consonant sound at the beginning. Like: Silence-san successfully stages a play and shares slushies and salads as celebration!" He thinks of the example sentence a heck of a lot faster than the narrator, who sucks at alliteration. Also, he clearly puts an emphasis on all the consonant sounds that sound similar. 

"Wanna try using it yourself?" he asks.

Galaxian, being a weird kid, nods encouragingly while neighing exactly like a pony. What the heck, child.

"Hmm, 'greatly' sounds a bit out of context. May I suggest 'graciously'? Or maybe 'gratefully'? But that is alliteration," he adds quickly. "But if you were writing, maybe it would read weirdly." Yeah, like writing about giraffes eating grapes isn't weird.

"It sounds weird too," Galaxian clarifies, without feeling like saying so could possibly offend. Meanwhile, the narrator cringes. "And I know entities who would be really willing to teach you if you want, so let me know if you want to get in contact with them," continues the god. "Or one of them. Anyways, how do golden grapes taste like? Are grapes sour? I think I read somewhere that a fox said they were, but that was a lie, I think."

"What about yellow ones?" He means both apples and grapes, by the way.

"There are," he affirms. "I saw them before. I can't remember where, though. It might've been in a book."

"Maybe we can find some," he thinks, though he does so aloud. 

"Yeah, they do," he confirms, blissfully unaware that it was a speculation, not a question. Or at least his answer would seem like he was unaware, but he's just like that.

"The meat! It's more filling!" he reasons. R.I.P. their attempt. Not that he would've forgotten. (The narrator would have, though, probably.)