GET TO THE CHOPPA!

The jackal/scientist rubs his paws together slowly, looking very intellectual, very Egyptian, and undeniably sexy.

"Yes, well, hmm," he mutters, "That wasn't...very good at all, no..."

You take a step forward. He takes a step back. Har. Just for effect, you crack your knuckles and roll your head around, loosening your neck.

"So," you say, "your daughter likes phalanges, does she?"

"N-No! No not at all, no! A joke it was! Yes! Jokes and riddles down here, yes! Tricksy jackals, my family and I!" The scientist, on the floor, is stealthily groping around with his paws. You kick the probe away just as he starts to finger it.

Double Har.

"I should grind you to...dust, or something, twerp," you say, hoisting the jackal-man into the air.

"Grrrr! Nasty, dimwit human! Always with fists, never with the brains, which is why the Orb will soon-" You cuff him over the head lightly. It's a long walk to the other side of the room, but you get there eventually. He's still conscious, but much quieter. Triple har.

"You got him good, boyo!" the leprechaun chimes in.

"Father?!"

Oh, dear.

Written by Mr.Peaches

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