Hell, existential questions were out of my paygrade. I made a quick call to head office to report my findings and let them deal with it. What was worrying, however, was the other thing Joe had written about getting an enthusiastic employee.
"That was when you hired the Wizard, right?"
"Who?"
"The old guy the pen belonged to?"
"Oh yeah, him. He's been great, by the way. I hope I can keep him on."
"Probably not. 'Massively overqualified' aint half of it."
I realized that the Wizard had specifically stated that he had nothing to do with "those two" referring to Lidle and Mounds. That cleared up the catgirl mystery. But still time to talk to him again. I had no idea how he would react to learning he had been manipulated into the job via his own magical device--I could see everything from laughing it off to an explosion that would transform everyone in a fifty mile radius into a Playmate of the Month--which is why I wasn't going to tell him about it.
"So you did the catgirl, huh?"
"Guilty as charged" laughed the Wizard "If you had known the raw material I was working with you'd see the improvement."
It wasn't my problem. "Look, you can't just leave reality changing pens around like that. What were you thinking?"
"There's no way I could explain it to someone like you, who reckons his magical experience in mere decades."