"Boss, number 9,998,383,750,000 is here to see you." a young corpse receptionist called to Juno in a sickly voice. Juno huffed once and puffed her cigarette before waving at the girl to show her client in. The aged caseworker looked over the thick file in front of her as smoke seeped from the slit in her throat.

"Damned bastard's gonna love this..." she muttered. A small shriek and a loud smack caused Juno to raise her brow in question at the door as it opened. In he stepped, looking vexed as he rubbed his face with his hand. Juno snorted at him.

What the fuck had happened to his head?

"Hey!" he called out the door in a high-pitched squeak. His head was the size og a golfball, and looked comical sitting atop his broad shoulders. "Just givin' you a damned compliment, babes!" he turned to Juno and slammed the door behind him. "I mean, shit, when did sayin' 'I'd do ya' become such a bad thing, huh, granny?" he said, and plopped down in the weathered seat in front of her desk before kicking his feet up onto it. She stared at him for a moment as she took another puff from the cigarette.

"Hey, 'Geuse. Long time no annoyance. How've ya been?" she asked casually to her ex-assistant. He cocked his shriveled head to the side in mock interest and laced his pale fingers together.

"Well, can't complain. I only got eating by a fuckin' sandworm on what was s'posed to be my weddin' day. Then this happens to me," he gestured to his head, "by some shaman voodoo prick..." he paused, looking into the air for something else to list, "Oh, yeah, and my balls itch, but that's about it. How've you been, granny?" he asked. He went to rest his chin on the palm of his hand, but remembered how small his head was, and sighed angrily.

"Something the matter, 'Geuse?" Juno asked in amusement. He glowered back at her.

"Naw fuckin' shit, sherlock. Can't you fix this or somethin'!" he replied. Juno sighed and snapped her fingers. With a sickening pop, his head went back to its normal size, and he grabbed it painfully. "Sweet Jesus, that fuckin' hurt!" Juno eyed his pale face, splotched with grime and mold, in subtle disapproval. Her eyes trailed to his frizzled green and yellow hair. Damn, he needed a comb...

"You're welcome. Now, for the reason why you're here-"

"Hold it, can't hear a word you're sayin'. There's this buzzin' goin' on..." he held a hand up for her to wait as he seemed to attempt to unblock something from his ear. He finally pulled from it a red and black beetle, and examined it before biting off it's wax covered head with his yellowed teeth. "Please continue." he said. Juno shook her head and looked back to his file.

"As I was saying, the reason why you're here-"

"Yeah, 'cause I need a job." he said, and leaned forward in his seat. "But first I was thinkin' maybe a break in Maui or somethin', 'cause that waiting room can really make you beat, and since the sandworm incident, I'm not much ready to commit to a job or-"

"Nope. Not this time, 'Geuse." she said back to him. She rested her arms on her desk and looked him dead into his sunken eyes. "I'm not gonna sugarcoat this for you, kid. You really fucked yourself over with the Deets' and and the Maitlands." she said. He rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry about that. I am never takin' business from those losers again-"

"They aren't the problem here. It's you. You nearly outed our existence to the entire world with your erratic behavior, and tried to marry a living person so you could walk in the Land of the Living freely, which would make the first thing you nearly did even worse. We're running a tight operation here, kid, and you're anarchic meddling has given everyone enough paperwork to last two life-times. The big bosses don't like the disorder, 'Geuse. They're serious now. You're in deep." Juno said. He waved his hand dismissively.

"So what, do I gotta do community service or some shit?" he asked. Juno pulled a paper from his file and set it in front of him. He picked it up and read it over. His eyes widened. "What's this about a fuckin' hearing!?" he asked.

"It is exactly what it is, 'Geuse. You're going to court under serious charges that we have way too much evidence for. You'll have a tough time pleading innocent to all this." she flopped the file in front of him, and he stared dumbfounded at it.

"What the fuck are the penalties if I'm found guilty?" he asked. Juno lit another cigarette before casting him a look of pity and disapproval with her tired eyes.

"Exorcism, Betelgeuse."