<div align="center">------Unkillable Boy------</div><br/>The two exchanged sidelong glances, looking wholly unperturbed.  In fact, Jack's irritation seemed to make them smile all the more brightly.  They took a few practiced steps backwards, swept their arms forward, and physically guided the new guest past the sign and towards a large slate-gray box.  It seemed terribly imposing against the gloomy backdrop of ironwrought fences and swirling motes of dust.  On the outset it seemed to be constructed from ordinary concrete, but upon closer inspection one would notice an odd sort of musky stench that hung heavily in the air, the same sort one might find in a moldering old museum.  The stone--and perhaps the building itself--was clearly far older than the Circus that contained it.<br/><br/><em>"Right this-"</em><br/><strong>"Way, sir!"</strong><br/><br/>The two spoke again, this time with the man finishing the woman's sentences.  The two seemed to be intrinsically linked, but at the very least it was a bit easier to understand what was being said with only one of them talking at a time.<br/><br/><em>"Inside you will find-"</em><br/><strong>"One Jason Wick!"</strong><br/><em>"The Unkillable Boy!"</em><br/><strong>"Assuredly so!  Whatever harm comes upon him-"</strong><br/><em>"Fixes itself without delay."</em><br/><strong>"No matter how-"</strong><br/><em>"Gruesome, or painful, or traumatic."</em><br/><strong>"Though the mental scars remain!"</strong><br/><em>"Too true, too true!"</em><br/><br/>The woman and the man seemed to lament this fact for a moment, fixing one another with dour faces before flipping some internal switch and looking back to Jack with delighted expressions.<br/><br/><strong>"For a modest fee-"</strong><br/><em>"Ten dollars, and not a penny more-"</em><br/><strong>"You can spend twenty minutes-"</strong><br/><em>"Twenty, and not a second more-"</em><br/><strong>"With the Unkillable Boy!"</strong><br/><br/>Leaning forward, the two put one hand to each side of their face as if to induct Jack into their own private conspiracy.<br/><br/><em>"You may do as you wish-"</em><br/><strong>"<em>Whatever</em> you wish-"</strong><br/><em>"To the Unkillable Boy-"</em><br/><strong>"No matter how Gruesome-"</strong><br/><em>"How painful-"</em><br/><strong>"Or traumatic!"</strong><br/><em>"No one to judge!"</em><br/><strong>"No constraints!"</strong><br/><em>"No guilt!"</em><br/><strong>"And no consequences!"</strong><br/><br/>They rapped their knuckles on each side of the front wall in unison, and suddenly rectangular seam appeared as a door slid back and out of sight.  The entrance yawned greedily, as though it were eager to swallow him up.  Faint lights flickered from within, and somewhat muted noises crackled from unseen speakers.  The man and the woman seemed quite serious about their offer.  Of course, it had to be a harmless carnival trick...right?