"That means at least two Arenas, maybe three," Carlos says with a nod. "So I was right in my assumption that you are from another dimension? I couldn't be sure, since I saw people with some very strange body modification in the city outside. Dyed skin, whiskers, distended eyes, tattooed stripes -- all done deliberately."

Carlos had seen some strange growths, of course: cancerous horns, bleeding stigmata, and other worse things he didn't want to think about. However, none of those had been voluntary. They just kind of happened, and you either successfully got them removed or learned to live with them. At least, that was what he'd observed in the people of Night Vale.