"We shall return your baby as soon as you tell us its weight in Kilograms," said Gram Meeter to the farmers wife. The woman cries out in distress, "give back my boy you standardizing bastards." Her call is answered by a handsome young lad named Recalcatrix from the farm down the way, he leaps from an apple tree with a scythe in his hand. He points the scythe at the two and demands they release the child or face his wrath.
the two men laugh and beckon him to attack. "Though shall nor breach the 4 meeter sphere around my personage," said Liter Meeter. "I Shall convert your mass from 150 lb. to 30 Kilograms," said Gram Meeter.
Recalcatrix drew back his scythe and said, "You laugh but you have never seen me circumcise an entire herd of Buffalo in under an hour."
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