Koos Niekerk hobbled into the Baffin recruitment office, wincing at every step from the pain of his freshly received plasma burns that covered the better part of his face and torso. "There's no better reminder of my insolence than a permanent facial scar" he thought, "I can only hope the great leader will still accept me." The idea of being called a muppet by the embodiment of the people did not sit well with him. Not at all.
He carefully negotiated the door, his searing burns feeling as though they were on fire. Upon entering the recruitmenthe drab, efficient office was devoid of any overt attempts at decor. "All the better. Nothing to get in the way of their glorious mission" Koos thought to himself. Through his one functioning eye, he noticed two figures sitting on a bench. One seemed to be thoroughly engrossed in a file she had clutched in her hand. The other seemed perfectly content by himself. Koos squatted onto the bench as best he could without crying out in pain, wondering how long he would have to keep up this torturous position until he could be seen by the man in charge.
So true is it that unnatural generally means only uncustomary, and that everything which is usual appears natural.
