Harry Guakomoli was led to a grand dining hall. Two wee men, identical to the doormen, were busy setting the expansive table in the center of the room. The dwarf quadruplets had an air of familiarity to them, but The Guak couldn't place how he knew them. Our hero noticed the little helpers were only placing two settings. Oslo was going to be pissed.
Harry Guakomoli stared at the bowl of tomato soup in front of him. He fucking hated tomato soup. Normally he would have told the old man to shove it, but the dude was offering to do The Guak a solid so instead he politely sipped the soup from a bouillon spoon. The doctor had better come through on fixing The Guak's teeth free of charge or our hero was going to beat on every motherfucker in the room.
Harry Guakomoli was barely able to conceal his utter disgust every time he gulped down the soup. The doctor sat at the head of the table with The Amazon standing behind him. Our hero sat to his left while Oslo was seated in the chair beside The Guak quietly vomiting up the copious amounts of alcohol and Nutter Butters he had consumed throughout the day. A puddle of pungent sick amassed at the base of his chair.
Harry Guakomoli tried not to puke himself as the odor of Oslo's vomit wafted to his sniffer. "I hope die Suppe is to your liking, Herr Guakomoli," the doctor stated. "I think eating solids with the current condition of your teeth vould be ill-advised." Doktor Maschinemensch himself was picking away at a plate of wienerschnitzel and sauerkraut.
Harry Guakomoli eyed Doktor Maschinemensch's breaded veal with ravenous hunger. "You have been chosen to be the Adam to my Ingrid's Eve," began the doctor as he pointed to The Amazon with his thumb. "The two of you vill fornicate und procreate und produce a new race of cyborgs, part man, part machine. A master race if you vill."
Harry Guakomoli stared at the doctor in disbelief. "You have been selected vith this honor due to the strength and resilience you displayed in dispatching your shaggy foe last night und vhen you saved mein Sohn some years ago. You vill be outfitted vith machine parts then you vill impregnate die fraulein UND GIVE ME DER UBERMENSCH OF THE 21st CENTURY!" The Guak calmy looked at the doctor and asked "What the fuck is a 'sohn'?"
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