"Sure can. Gotta be touchin em 's all," said Zephyr. "An 's not, yknow, clearest stuff ever. Minds're bein' kinda messed up an all. But yeah, that's why I got these."

And his pain tolerance was shot all to hell and he still had the odd compulsion to roll around on feather boas.

But, then he got to do party tricks between jobs and allllll was well.

"Actually, I poke people on command fora livin. How bout you?"