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[sarcastass]

"Leave your message at the tone. Or don't, I'm not your fucking dad."

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[abyssalflames]

There are.

[This is offered surprisingly neutrally, for a man who is learning just now that some other world has a very similar system of measurement. But as long as he focuses on the more scientific aspect of it he doesn't need to dwell too much on the oddity of it all.]

[sarcastass]

[Szel is only marginally more energetic about it, but the emotion behind it is distinctly one of excitement.

Excitement being held down like he's trying to smother someone to death, but excitement nevertheless.]

Then that's equivalent to an inch. It seems like your system is one to one a complete match of the Imperial system...

So bearing this in mind, how many yalms tall would you normally be? For comparison's sake, I'll just let you know that in my unaltered state, I'd be three and one third yalms tall.

[abyssalflames]

Some seven or so yalms tall.

[He could be more precise if he wanted to be. But just at the moment he doesn't see any particular necessity to, either. Not when the point is that normally he would be a fair bit taller than he currently is.]

[sarcastass]

So roughly twenty one fulms, which is twenty one feet.

[Finally. There is a minute amount of tension relief in his face and shoulders, apparently the lack of information was actually really bothering him.]

... Yeah I can see why you'd probably not feet the average shot of whiskey.

[abyssalflames]

Mmm.

[There's a nod of agreement, the gesture habit for all that Szelhamos can't see it.]

It has certainly made such attempts less appealing, here.