Before she could point this out, a corn came flying out of Nine's mouth. "He slipped? Don't snails literally move in slime? How does one slip in their own slime?"
Sunshine nodded. "I was wondering the same thing."
"He slipped on his own fear-slime," Vortan confirmed solemnly. "His shell hit the floor with a wet thud, his little eye-stalks went spinning in different directions, and he just slid backward into the elevator. He couldn't even flip himself back over. He just lay there like a sad, overturned pancake, waving his tentacles at the ceiling."
Sunshine put her head in her hands, a laugh bubbling up despite her frustration. The image was a little too amusing. "Well, let us keep up the pressure and see if his shell cracks. So how long after filing the claim will I get the money?"
