"Don't worry, Cisco, you're never included in my definition of 'large.'"
Yamato is a simple man. He sees an opening for a height joke and he takes it.
He throws a quick grin at Barry. "Yeah, he's a -- big guy. But he's pretty gentle."
Monzaemon lumbers over, until he's looming over them, tall enough to blot out the sun, before he very delicately folds his legs under himself to sit down and get slightly closer to their level.
"Hello there, children," he says, in a voice that would charitably be described as 'serene' and more accurately described as 'devoid of any kind of tone or inflection.' "I'm Monzaemon, the caretaker of this town."
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Yamato is a simple man. He sees an opening for a height joke and he takes it.
He throws a quick grin at Barry. "Yeah, he's a -- big guy. But he's pretty gentle."
Monzaemon lumbers over, until he's looming over them, tall enough to blot out the sun, before he very delicately folds his legs under himself to sit down and get slightly closer to their level.
"Hello there, children," he says, in a voice that would charitably be described as 'serene' and more accurately described as 'devoid of any kind of tone or inflection.' "I'm Monzaemon, the caretaker of this town."