[ Taryon looks at him with disappointment in his eyes, and it's strangely therapeutic. Finally, someone giving him the reaction he feels he's spent his whole life earning. ]
Twelve gallons? [ He pauses, pensive. Then: ]
What the hell is a gallon? [ what is this IMPERIAL NONSENSE, we can't go further until this is addressed ]
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Twelve gallons? [ He pauses, pensive. Then: ]
What the hell is a gallon? [ what is this IMPERIAL NONSENSE, we can't go further until this is addressed ]