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Garovel floated off to go find Ponytail, and Hector was left to grumble his way through the night by himself. It wasn’t long before he heard Garovel laughing again, however. ‘It’s fair to say we’ve stirred things up here. You left your chin behind, and it’s freaking them out.’

‘Oh... should I have... uh...’ The pain made it difficult to even think straight. ‘Should I have taken that with me?’

‘Nah.’

‘They won’t, er... try to... study it and reverse engineer my power or something?’

‘What.’

‘I mean... uh... like... I dunno...’

‘You’re afraid they’ll unlock the secret of immortality by studying your chin?’

‘Is that... stupid?’

‘Um. It's just impossible. Your flesh is just flesh. I’m what makes you unkillable. They could study your body all they like, and they wouldn’t learn anything.’

‘Okay... good.’

‘You have a strange imagination by the way.’

‘I’m just... trying to be diligent...’

‘Right.’

‘Uh... so... how much money do you think we got, anyway?’

‘They’re talking about that now, actually. Well. Yelling about it. Ooh, seventy grand, Ponytail says.’

Hector’s eyes widened.

‘Looks like Rofal consolidated several weeks worth of cash here from all over the city. I wonder if he was planning a big purchase.’

‘Seventy thousand troas... what do I even do with this kind of money...?’

‘That’s our funding for critical purposes. No spending it on booze and hookers.’

Hector snorted. ‘What about drugs? Meth and heroin are okay, right?’

‘Oh yeah. Let’s just give it all back to Rofal while we’re at it.’

‘Are you, um... er... are you sure we can even spend this money? Isn’t it, like... being tracked by the government or something?’