Harry Guakomoli watched as the figure emerged from the darkness. He was a man, old, wrinkled, and frail. His skin was blotchy - the liver spots provided a stark contrast to his pale, almost translucent, complexion. The old man was hunched over due to a nasty case of scoliosis, and he supported his weight with a black wooden cane that trembled in his small gnarled hand.
Harry Guakomoli eyed the man standing before him. A bit of a breeze picked up, sending the man's long wispy white hair blowing every which way. The stranger wobbled as the wind picked up in intensity. For a moment he looked liked he was going to be blown over, but the wind subdued. He appeared to be staring at The Guak through black opaque goggles, and he opened his mouth to speak, his teeth yellow and crooked.
Harry Guakomoli stared in disbelief at the bag of bones (barely) standing before him. "This is my mysterious benefactor?" thought The Guak. "Willkommen auf Neuneuschwanstein, Herr Guakomoli...und katze. Ich bin Doktor Klaus Maschinemensch," the old man said before thrusting his clenched fists into the air. "VELCOME TO DAS FUTURE!"
Harry Guakomoli stood dumbfounded as he eyed the strange man, who continued to stand, his fists still high in the air, while his cane rested on the stone steps. The breeze kicked back up and caused the doctor to teeter. The diminutive doormen rushed to their master, each grabbing a hold of a leg to prevent him from toppling over.
Harry Guakomoli held in laughter as he watched the doctor and his assistants. Oslo had considerably less control and snickered before changing over to full-blown guffawing. Though the old man's eyes were obscured by the dark goggles, the sidekick felt the doctor's glare penetrate his skull, and Oslo knew it was best to shut the fuck up.
Harry Guakokoli said "Doktor...um...Maschinemensch, you mentioned something earlier about fixing my teeth for free?" Our hero subconsciously ran his tongue along the jagged shards that were once his pearly whites, feeling the lasting impression Sasquatch MacGillicuddy's haymakerest of haymakers had left.
Harry Guakmoli awaited the doctor's response, but it was not soon coming. Doktor Maschinemensch looked down at the wee man that supported his left leg. "Eins, grab my cane, und Zwei," he said to the other, "make sure Papa does not fall. Herr Guakomoli, I know you are interested in hearing my proposition. Vier und Funf are busy preparing us a feast fit for a king. Vee can discuss it over supper."
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