Umm... [That's not an uncertain or uncomfortable sort of "umm." That's the judging kind. Not that he can tell how old a turtle is at a glance, but it still strikes him as a pretty fantastically stupid question.] I'm twenty-one.
How old are you? [Small talk. He woke up in the middle of the night from some sort of evil psychic fever dream, and he's standing around making small talk with a turtle. This is going well.]
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How old are you? [Small talk. He woke up in the middle of the night from some sort of evil psychic fever dream, and he's standing around making small talk with a turtle. This is going well.]