*murders Skeletor clone* Five-eights, right? Here ya go. "The DNA compiler is faulty. I'll fix it while you two are working on the amino extruder."
"No no, three-eighths! Although, Ah do need a five-eighths too, thanks." *much banging ensues* "Goram bolts! Wait, is this- Discord! Did you weld this!?" *is playing paddy cakes with space Rodoh at the window* Hmm? Sorry?
He killed three hundred and fifty-seven other clones with his bare hands, and shrugged off a blast from a weapon powerful enough to bring down a Galactic Republic cruiser. Also, you miscalibrated the growth inhibitor. It's marked in metric, not imperial.
*shrugs* Saved us having to feed the other clones; perhaps we should just keep him out there for when we inevitably encounter some other unstoppable monstrosity? "Ah built the thing! Each extension of 8 thou should result in a one percent change in subject size. It's a very precise machine, which is why ya don't pound on it with hammers!" *glares at Discord*
"You may have 'built the thing,' but I'm the one that adapted it to work on human specimens. I remarked the gauges in metric, which is clearly the superior system." "I prefer my unstoppable monstrosities have at least basic intelligence. This 'Rodoh' thing is a mindless monster."
"You're the one who adapted it?" *looks outside at Rodoh* "Uh, good job? Anyway, Ah suggest the gauges be marked with both units, t' avoid further confusion." Couldn't you just use the airlock as a giant catflap for Rodoh? Ooh, we could put a bell on him!
"You clearly do not understand how airlocks work." "That'll work. I'm pretty sure Ridley still uses imperial measurements, too." Abominations are not pets! Next you're gonna want a pet shoggoth!
I simultaneously know and am confused by how most things work; clearly you do not know how Draconequui work. But then, I suppose neither do I... "Shiny. Well, Ah'm all done here Discord, if ya wanna-" And you Ridley, don't exaggerate! Even I wouldn't advocate the use of anything related to the Old Ones as pets; they're far too difficult to keep track of, and they make such as mess...
"Uh, thanks? Ah... Ah'm not gonna bother questioning any of this." *sticks her head through the portal* "How did ya know exactly where Ah- Actually, nevermind."
