"Injury due to existential crisis?" Kenzi was doing a lot of blinking. Part of it was the introductory info. Part of it was-- well, Carlos was awfully pretty.
"Oh, you know." Cecil shrugged. "Just the general pain of existence. Or I suppose if you're so overcome with horror at the universe that you trip and fall or something. Don't worry; it'll be fine!"
"I knew I should've worn my Docs," Kenzi sighed, taking the paperwork. She turned to Cecil and whispered, "Extra appendages?!... and you were not kidding about the hotness factor."
"I'm sure we can find you one, if you want," Cecil reassured her. "And don't worry about the whole extra limbs thing, either. If you want to grow more than six, you just can't do it for more than twenty-four hours, or you'll have to pay a bit of extra tax."
"Is there a different rule if I'm just pretending to have extra arms?" Did having to ask that count as existential injury? Probably not. It was more of an existential stubbed toe, perhaps. Or just a semantic one. "What's wrong with wheat?"
"Well, if it were just an illusion, I don't think it would count, but you really do grow extras, right? And oh, I thought I told you! It all turned into snakes and evil spirits last year, so it got banned. It's very dangerous." Cecil nodded seriously.
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He did have good hair.
"No luggage for me. Though now I'm wondering if I should have brought a briefcase."
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