[He's glad Zim isn't struggling any more, because--amongst other things--he has effectively no feeling in his talons and it would be extremely awkward to have to present this wriggling nightmare to the Ringmaster with five points of whatever-coloured blood streaming from its scalp.
And that's a best-case scenario. Zim's head feels pretty solid, but he's being as careful as possible: for all he knows, this thing doesn't have a skull at all; one wrong move from him and its head will burst like a water balloon.
He tries not to dwell on that one.
But he isn't sure about Zim's punishment.]
.... Helen.
[There's a warning tone.
He's been around long enough to know that not every miscreant becomes an actual employee. It's extremely rare--but he's seen it happen, albeit not entirely with his own eyes.
But one especially troublesome customer became a game booth. For an entire year.
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[He's glad Zim isn't struggling any more, because--amongst other things--he has effectively no feeling in his talons and it would be extremely awkward to have to present this wriggling nightmare to the Ringmaster with five points of whatever-coloured blood streaming from its scalp.
And that's a best-case scenario. Zim's head feels pretty solid, but he's being as careful as possible: for all he knows, this thing doesn't have a skull at all; one wrong move from him and its head will burst like a water balloon.
He tries not to dwell on that one.
But he isn't sure about Zim's punishment.]
.... Helen.
[There's a warning tone.
He's been around long enough to know that not every miscreant becomes an actual employee. It's extremely rare--but he's seen it happen, albeit not entirely with his own eyes.
But one especially troublesome customer became a game booth. For an entire year.
So, a warning: no promises.
Please.]