...................the words echoed through Preposterous' lumpy cerebral vortex, causing the back of his eyeballs to itch and his hair to stand even more erect than usual on his slightly misshapen head.
Just then, there was a rapping at the door. Preposterous shouted at his servants,"Blood! Gore! See who's at the door!" With willing grunts and mismatched humps,the vaguely evil but mostly stupidly loyal henchmen hobbled over to the door and opened it. It was Dr. Gallbladder!
"Dr. Gallbladder!"Preposterous stated, obviously. "What are you doing here? "
"I was going to ask you the same question." Gallbladder replied.
"Well, I"m working on a few things, you know, trying to keep the weight down-"
"Weight shmate! Stop blathering on and let me in! It's hailing newts out here!"
"I'm sorry, Herr Doctor!", Preposterous apologized."Please, come in!"
"It's about time!" Gallbladder grumpily replied. "Instead of mutant servants, you should hire a house cleaner for this pathetic shack you call a laboratory! Why, I feel sorry for the rats who have to live between your walls!"
"rrrrowrufffufffuff!" bellowed out from the operating room!
"What was that? "Gallbladder gulped!
"That, my dear friend, was the sound of scientific achievement!" Preposterous pontificated.
"Really?" Gallbladder replied. "It sounded like a dog that had been perversely been transformed into a cat! Dr. Preposterous, you wouldn't-"
"But of course."
"I must see this."
Gallbladder stormed into the lab's operating room and found the felicanine strapped onto the table. "Rrrrrrowrowrowwrrrrrrrrr....." wailed the wild beast!
Gallbladder stood aghast at the hideous sight. "Dr. Preposterous, this must not be done! It goes against God-and science!"
"Come, Dr.", reasoned Preposterous. "You always spoke of taking science to its absolute limits, but not to overdo it. Yet you yourself transplanted the tail of an iguana onto the body of a komodo dragon."
Gallbladder replied defensively."That was an emergency case. the dragon was suffering from ereptile dysfunction! You, sir, are a MANIAC!"
"I am not,"Preposterous intoned. "there's nothing crazy about wanting to create an animal that combines the greatest elements of a dog and a cat. And if it's safety you're worried about, let me assure you that the felicanine is strapped down in such a way it couldn't possiblv breaaaa-"
interrupted the felicanine as it broke free of its straps and leapt towards Dr. Gallbladder, who turned to run but not before the felicanine latched onto its victim with its viscious cat claws, tearing through Gallbladder's jacket and ripping a hole in his pants. Just as the felicanine was about to take a doberman-size bite out of the venerable professor's neck, the creature was somehow flung swiflty and serendipitously into the electroscillator, instantly, but also quite painfully, electrocuting the animal!
"RowrowrowRUFFFFFffffffffffrrrrrrrrrzz-" it screamed before flopping to the ground,dead.
"But how-" Preposterous started as he looked at Gallbladder , who was now standing across from Preposterous showing his left profile.
"So, Preposterus, you've discovered my secret. I'm sorry that I killed your creation Though its appearance disgusted me, its death saddens saddens me."
Preposterous could tell, by the wagging of Dr. Gallbladder's tail, that he was lying.
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