Not Belboz's Line of Work

"Why would you want to change?" Belboz's wife asked her. "You're so sweet as you are: the whiskers, the prominent incisors, the fur, the claws."

"Ah, restoring your former appearance could be rather difficult," Belboz told Amy, ignoring his wife's interruption. "You see, I specialise in necromancy - raising and controlling the dead - and so the spell that transforming you would require isn't one that I've ever performed. I could attempt it if you like, but it's a complicated procedure and it could easily go wrong. I've a much better idea. Why don't you select a corpse from those that I have in my storeroom, and then I'll transfer your brain into it for you? I've one that would suit you down to the ground. Gorgeous body that's hardly decomposed at all, since its original owner only died a few months back. She was some Aqualarian princess or other, name of Astra."

1. But, not having seen The Corpse Bride and so unaware of just how cute a corpse could be, Amy turned down this suggestion. Belboz was puzzled by this, but reflected that there was no accounting for taste.
2. Deciding that anything was better than being a ratgirl, Amy accepted.
3. There was an interruption caused by Belboz's wife's left arm falling off.

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