You were an ordinary grant doing your job, there was never anything unusual going on around you in the Nevada world. Flying clowns? Jesus? The crazy black substance they call the Auditor? Hank? What could be scarier? Nothing.

Even Torture you saw recently, when you had already finished all your work and sat down to rest. A huge giant, two and a half times the size of an ordinary Nevadian. Everyone was afraid of him, but at the same time respected him. You never know what can happen if you suddenly say something wrong.

Torture sat down next to you. It seemed that nothing would get any worse, but suddenly he asked in a calm voice.

"How are you, kid?"

He didn't even look at you, but was interested in looking at his handgun, which was also Magnified for MAG Agents.