Okay, so Chuck makes a good point about the hair thing, even though Newt can weirdly picture his friend with frosted tips. It's hilarious and also terrible but still, he can picture it. He's about to say as much and risk getting punched himself when one of the Crentists steps out to address them with a smile.

At least, Newt's pretty sure the guy's a Crentist. His memory is still fuzzy from all the laughing gas last time, but the hair is a pretty good sign.

"Hi, I'm Geoff," the guy says, holding up two identical clipboards. "I'll be assisting on the procedures today but first, I'm going to need you guys to fill these forms out. You've both got insurance, right? Ha, I'm kidding. We take anyone. I'm serious, please tell everyone you know to come here."

Newt blinks, trying to keep his expression neutral when all he wants to do is see what kind of look Chuck is pulling right now. Instead, he nods, reaching out to take one of the clipboards. "Yeah, man, totally. I've actually been here before, brought my friend in today."

"Oh, that's great, a repeat customer! Dad will be so glad to hear that. Oh, sorry, Doctor Crentist, ha. That could be one of my brothers, too, though, haha. We're a family business."