Silas stared at the... Thing.
Beady black eyes stared up at him and the abomination growled, a fat tongue lolling out of a large jaw that seemed to be grinning up at him.
"Why."
It wasn't a question, but a demand for some explanation for the utterly ridiculous scene in front of him.
Oh who was he fooling, there could be no logical explanation for this idiocy.
Neiro beamed up at him and to his distaste, swept the fat, oblong, and yellow creature into his arms, "It's a Bananadile! ... No? Bananagator? What about Bananator? Like Terminator but--okay fine. Croconanaw?"
"Banana dial." He repeated back, uncertain what was more unbelievable.
The fact that there was a banana-gator hybrid panting like a puppy with its tongue hanging out in the albino's arms, or the man himself who created it.
"Bananadile it is!"
"What? No! That's not what I--" he caught himself and groaned. Neiro wasn't even listening, already scratching the soft plump hide of the, whatever it was, that he called the hellspawn.
Silas watched this farce go on for a few minutes, and swore he could hear the thing coo as Neiro rubbed its belly.
"Neiro." He grit out.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you make this... Thing." He gestured in the vague direction of the chimerical creation.
This was not what their accumulated resources and funding was meant to do.
But Neiro just beamed at him, "For science!"
Silas held his head in his hand and closed his eyes.
The Academy, a collective of the best and brightest, to ever push the boundaries of known science and human limitations.
He mouthed a silent and rhetorical "why".
His mourning, and morning both were rudely interrupted when a giant fruity scented tongue lapped at him from the chin up to his forehead.
"No, bad! Down you foul beast! Desist?! ...Off! ...Neiro!!"
Neiro grinned as he watched the Bananadile assault Silas with its long tongue in sloppy kisses, the man cursing and floundering as he shoved at the fat yellow chimera.
No one can escape from the Bananadile.
No one.
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