Yeah, he'd probably add in something about how broken legs on his world was a death sentence to quadrupeds, but for his kind... as long as they had enough fat stored and it wasn't a compound fracture (bone protruding through skin), a broken leg was survivable because we'd just sit the hell down and heal. (And that because moving freaking HURTS!)
Soon enough, we figured out splints and the secrets of setting a broken limb so it can heal properly, becoming the only species on the planet that can rapidly (relatively speaking) recover from a broken bone.
(I don't buy into that line from the last Wil Smith movie about everything on the planet having evolved to kill humans. It's the other way around. We evolved to kill everything. We apparently even nearly killed our planet.)
Soon enough, we figured out splints and the secrets of setting a broken limb so it can heal properly, becoming the only species on the planet that can rapidly (relatively speaking) recover from a broken bone.
(I don't buy into that line from the last Wil Smith movie about everything on the planet having evolved to kill humans. It's the other way around. We evolved to kill everything. We apparently even nearly killed our planet.)