When you wife demands you write a story about a hybrid animal that is a cross between a platypus and a camel...well you take that in stride and see what you can come up with.
“I can’t give that to you. Anything else, but not that.”
“What else do you have that’s worth a damn?”
“I...I don’t know, but you can’t have it.”
“Do you have the money then?”
“No. But it wasn’t a fair bet.”
“Really now? What wasn’t fair about it?”
“You knew what was going to happen. You knew for a fact, and you still made the bet. That’s just wrong.”
“That’s good business sense.”
“But you can’t make a bet on something you have inside knowledge of.”
“Well I did, I won, and I’m here to collect.”
“Take anything else from my zoo, but please, not the Platamel. It’s the only thing that keeps people coming.”
“Yea, I know. It’s the only thing of value. That’s why I’m taking it, idiot.”
“You’ve always been like that haven’t you? Ever since we were kids. I create something wonderful, and you take it away.”
“Sure, you created something cool, but then you pissed it away be being
stupid. I mean seriously, why do you ever make a wager with me anyways?”
“Because I think that my cousin will play fair with me, that’s why.”
“First of all, we’re second cousins. And can’t you just create some
other abomination freak to attract people to this sorry excuse for a
zoo.”
“What if I refuse to give him to you?”
“Oh yea, that’s why I brought this.”
“Alright, I’ll get you the damn platamel. I’ll mix something even better this time though, you’ll see.”
“Yea, I’ll see it and find a way to take it from you.”
“You’ll see. If you thought mixing the DNA of a platypus and camel was
amazing...I’ll do a crocodile and a moose! And then if you try to take
it away, it’ll bite your hand off and run you over, because it’ll weigh
over 800 kilos.”
“And when that time comes, I’ll put it in a truck and haul it away...cousin.”
“You go do that. Go get your stupid platamel and get out of here.”
“Any advice?”
“He bites.”