He raises an eyebrow. He sets his glass of some amber
beverage down on the table beside him. The corner of his mouth moves up. I see
his belly twitch. He’s trying to hold in the laugh, but he can’t. His whole
frame begins to shake. It’s a most awkward and uncomfortable sound. I remember
his laugh being unusual, but this is queer even for him. He laughs so hard he
begins to cry. It takes him several minutes to regain control.
“You’ve developed quite the sense of humor. Need my help.
That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. And I know it’s a joke, because you
couldn’t possibly be serious, not after what you did to me. Even with all my
skill and talent I couldn’t find a way to heal this scar. I still have no idea
what kind of poison you used, but I want some.”
“I am just as surprised and shocked as you. But I’m hunting
a prey who has proven to be most … elusive. I need something a little more … extra
ordinary.”
He laughs again with a shrill screech in his voice. “A prey
you can’t handle on your own? You really have changed. You would never have
allowed yourself to admit such a shortcoming. What is this prey that has
brought the great hunter begging at my door?”
“He is known as the Wandering Koala.”
The doctor stops laughing. “What do you need?”
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