Harry Guakomoli yawned as Doktor Maschinemensch finished his tale. "Where's your son now, doctor? I would like to see how he's doing." And kill him. Kill him good. "Sadly," answered the man, "my dear Maximillian got mixed up in the pornography business and died a year later in a Tijuana knife fight." The Guak wondered if a "Tijuana knife fight" was some sexual maneuver.
Harry Guakomoli was, truth be told, most intrigued by the proposition. "Lemme get this straight," asked The Guak. "You fit me with roboparts and I get to get busy with the amazonian shit house over there?" The doctor merely nodded and smiled. "What do you plan to do about my teeth? And what about Oslo?" Oslo was lapping away at The Guak's unwanted soup, which suited our hero just fine.
Harry Guakomoli fought through the feeling of exhaustion that suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. The night before must have been catching up to him. "Your broken teeth vill be replaced vith sharpened scrap metal. You vill be capable of biting through almost all known substances known to man."
Harry Guakomoli was less than thrilled with the idea of pointed metal teeth. "Und your Katze I find most curious. It speaks und is highly intelligent? I vant to cut into its brain und see vhat I can find." The Guak found the highly intelligent part highly questionable.
Harry Guakomoli had heard enough of the mad scientist's plan. The Guak jumped up ready to give this nutjob some kisses with his fists, but his mind began to spin. It became quite obvious exhaustion wasn't the culprit. Our hero collapsed, his head banging the table hard as he descended to the stone floor. "Mein Gott! I vas afraid the soup vouldn't vork before he vent all Affeschiesse on us! Drag him to his new chambers."
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