“The hardest one is the eyes,” the old man said, extending
his proboscis and taking a long drag from his mug.
“Yep,” another fleshwarper agreed. She was drinking her
ale through a series of short digits where her fingers had once been.
“Heh. I remember the first time I changed my eyes. I didn’t
think things through and tried to do both at once.”
Everyone laughed, imagining the beaked woman fumbling about.
A man with six different eyes in a ring around his head
spoke next, “I took both my eyes out, then dropped them on the floor.”
More laughter.
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