Rex took his bag and Sweetheart to the office. "Rex Drake, registering my weapon," he said to the lady behind the desk. She took a glance at the scythe.
"I see," she said. "Fill out these papers." She dropped a stack of papers as thick of as Rex's hand. He frowned.
"Surely, you can't be serious," he said.
"I am," she said. "And my name isn't Shirley. It's Leverne." Rex gave an aggravated sigh.