Mental Health
The javelin currently stuck through Roger's torso was having the worst day of all, and to top it off, it couldn't tell anyone. It was just one of many victims in the room, having been transformed from a reasonably content middle manager at a vacuum cleaner parts and repair catalog into a mute, inanimate projectile. And this, for the simple, accidental offense of sneezing on a full-time market analyst/part-time witch in the checkout line at the grocery store. She hadn't even taken the time to explain what would transform him back into a human, but if the fairy tales were to be believed, the javelin felt he had little hope of receiving the requisite kiss in the present situation.
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