A fresh, shining blood tattoo on Carl's right forearm, rated expert quality by the system.
Carl arrives at the production facility with a new, shining tattoo on his right forearm and a fresh urge to rub his arm that he keeps suppressing. Princess Donut examines it with a paw, grunts in dissatisfaction, declares it a little crooked, and complains that he is starting to look like one of those white rapper doodle-notebook guys.
Carl insists it isn't crooked: the system rated it expert quality, and Edgar told him that is the second-highest grade a tattoo can receive. Donut's real objection is that she wasn't there when it was inked — a consequence of the separation the naga plan requires.
A fresh, shining piece of ink on Carl's right forearm, still new enough to itch, and slightly crooked in Donut's opinion.
Carl's newest blood tattoo, acquired while separated from Donut.