Belz...
Fiend God
It would appear that explaining dimensions to Iacchus is like explaining the global economy to a dog. There is the occasional appearance of listening, perhaps even the furrowing of a brow when a familiar word is uttered, but nothing is learned, and the poor fellow is no less likely than before to eat your garbage and take a dump on your carpet. Iacchus, I mean; the dog asks to go outside.
I can see the dolphin-man tilting his head from here.