[Peter looks maybe a little creeped out by this skeleton spine just rolling around, but considering there's a bunch of unexplained zombies hanging around outside, he's not going to complain too much.]

Seventeen, give or take a month or two. So uh, yeah, kind of.

[He's not positive man, he's been stuck in different weird alternate universes for a longass time. He's about to maybe elaborate why he is so very good at muscles, but maybe he can do that after he's done being baffled.]

Two-thousand meters? God, okay, that's way bigger than the ones I was thinking about.