“I made my bouncers out of the spare parts,” said Dr. Recombinio. “Since you lack the wisdom to join me in my great work, they will see you on your way with a savage beating as a warning.”

At the snap of the old man’s arthritic fingers, I found myself beset by a beefy kangarangatang and a golden forearmadillo, who took me roughly in hand and dragged me away from the laboratory.

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