Adolph Krämer says "Did you measure yet?"
*** Joel 'Vlad' Wright brought his eyes up from the piece of paper, the brown eyes flickered gently, "Hello Emmi. How's life treating you...?" his right hand respectfully grabbed the piece of paper, scrunching it up with ease.
Adolph Krämer says "Is it 8inch?"
The Gypsy Spyro™ has disconnected from the server.
Leta Marsh says "Seven."
[A blonde Swede with a...] says "I've been good, been good. You on the otherhand, long road to City 2, right?"
[LOOC] Leta Marsh: void
Alexander M. Armistead says "Er- Adolph, now's not the best time for it."
Alexander M. Armistead says "I'm gonna be going, though."
Adolph Krämer says "Why? Is it 2 inch!?"
Adolph Krämer says "I've got to tell Hitler!"
Alexander M. Armistead says "It-is-not-two-inches."
*** Adolph Krämer fucking vanishes