LEGS: When I saw the twisty clouds on our way down I got to wondering why this place doesn't have giant, rolling storms.
EBBY: Rolling?
LEGS: Imagine a hurricane, only on its side, a thousand kilometers tall, and hundreds, or even thousands of kilometers thick...
LEGS: Rolling over the landscape like a slab grader made out of a category-six cyclone.
SCHLOCK: But this place doesn't have those? Right?
LEGS: It still has trees, so I'm going to go with "not yet."