science!

“Ohhhhkay, weird magic spooky stuff, got it. Wait a bunch of–” 

Badou pauses, then holds up a hand.

“No, not asking that, not going there. But yeah, I hear it’s unpleasant.”

“….How did you– are you human or…? Already dead?” 

Side eyes Wilson a little. A little pale, but normal looking…but not normal, he knows this. 

“Try not to get killed here– you’ll come back but still.”

“Well, I’d always come back to life for some reason. Sometimes it was because of an amulet, some weird resurrection stone, and sometimes a bunch of hams with beard hair. Things worked differently.”

 “Well. There should be no reason why this science shouldn’t work.”

And then he throws mightily the rock into the panel of the machine, breaking the glass into tiny pieces. Luckily no sound was actually heard. 

“And physics beats legality! Haha! Okay. Now we grab as much food as we can before the constables catch up.”

“A splinter’s pretty bad– wait YOU’VE BEEN MURDERED? Like, here, or back home?!”

“Back home. It was really weird. Like, some lady would murder me at night if I wasn’t careful, and I think it counts as murder if a gigantic rabbit who can talk is the one doing the killing.”

 “Illegal?”

Well, he suppose different city different rules. But its a new one, after all no one is watching the poor thing. So of course people are going to steal. 

He looks down, and gets a heavy rock. 

 “Will this do?”

“No, I think you should toughen up a bit first….don’t wanna get murdered.”

 “Would it not be easier to simply break the glass? There are no guards to stop you.”

He gives a tip to the other. a very helpful tip. But the information that those containers, odd as they were, held food appealed to him. 

“But if you’ve ever wondered how to make some other kind without exploding, that’s your place.” As much as experimenting and the trial and error part is…..fun. It isn’t when acid is involved.

He raises a hand as if to say ‘wait’, “It has nothing to do with spiders, so calm down. It’s the place where really messed up stuff is. Like you can watch the most messed up stuff…buy stuff.”

“You’ll definitely, absolutely, find better ways to forge stuff, yup. And make poisons or like bombs– just stay away from the deep web.”

“Oh. I already know how to make plenty of poisons and some bombs. The beauty of being a scientist means that you learn how to make some fun stuff.”

“You’re welcome..! Huu…antiques are important huh…?” My Melody placed her paws behind her back and swayed from side to side slightly.  “Um…” Oh, dear Wilson. Thinking that this small child could even pronounce that word would be absolutely incorrect. 

“Oni…onrironi….ollie..” My Melody blinked a few times, then she gave up and just shook her head. “No. My Melo just wants to give the birdies a nice house to live in!”

“I think the word ‘bird scientist’ also works. What kind of birdhouses do you like to make? Big ones, little ones, painted in different colors?”

“Nnnnnoo– I mean maybe, who knows what they do when no one’s around at the zoo, but no this is people..pretending to be penguins, kinda. Hanging out in chat rooms on the internet.”

“The internet truly is an interesting thing. Maybe I can find a way to better forge documents if I look online?”

“On the internet they do. Since like 1990 something.”

“That’s cause the B in that sentence is clearly an 8. And the whole document looks like something you got off club penguin.”

My Melody hadn’t meant to ‘steal’ the glue, or even take it without permission; but…had just been sitting there…unused! She didn’t know! “Ohmigosh…My Melo is so sorry! She wanted to use it for her birdhouse…but it sounds like you need it more!” With that being the case, she was more than willing to give Wilson the glue right back. 

 “Here you go mister.” She reached out with the glue container held in her paws.

“Thank you for handing the glue back,” Wilson replied, gratefully taking the container. “After some recent events, a few antiques in my house were broken. So I’m hoping to glue them back together.”