The Tasmanian Devil: Chapter 13

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Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.
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Dr. Duhch slumped and fell to his knees. "Merry. He thaid the thong could be merry. How can anything be merry right now?"

"He also said there was a ge-ah a ge-ah a ge-ah good news. Obviuosly the explosion didn't kill Elmer, but he can be hurt."

"Good newth? A perthon jutht died."

"And a we-ah a we-ah a we-ah we haven't. Not yet. I wonder why not."

Dr. Duhch narrowed his eyes. "I know why not. Tho do you." A tear dropped from his eye, for the friend he called Bugs. Then, he stood up. "We've both of uth dealt with bullieth in our time."

Dr. Pehg narrowed her own eyes. "Oh, a ye-ah a ye-ah a ye-ah yes I have." She reached down to pick up the hunting rifle. "And, what don't we do with a be-ah a be-ah a be-ah bullies?"

Dr. Duhch moved to search through the storage. He tossed Dr. Pehg a box of ammunition. "We don't give them one bleththed inch." He then reached and picked up a mallet, used for driving tentspikes into the ground. "If madneth truly ith the melody we mutht danthe to, then let'th danthe."

Almost as though sensing that they might be mustering courage, the devil, outside, called out. "Ducky. Piggy. Me hungry."

It was quite certain that the Tasmanian Devil thought that would send shivers down their spines. Dr.s Duhch and Pehg had fought too many monsters in their time, monsters that were the very civilization that they lived in, ones that took offense to the very notion that a black man and a woman could have scientific ambitions in the first place.

"A the-ah a the-ah a the-ah that lunatic song?"

"Let'th change the tune."

Dr. Duhch readied his mallet and Dr. Pehg had both chambers of the hunting rifle loaded. They nodded to each other and stepped out.