“Just wait until the C-ranks, Tom,” Hans told him. “You can get up to an inch extra each rank. Just ask Dale.” Dale nodded with a straight face. “If anything, Tom, I was feeling a little bad for you.” Tom’s hands twitched, as though he were hoping to take their necks and squeeze. “The two of you are not funny. If these were true facts, there would not be a man alive who didn’t do his utmost to enter the C-ranks.”
