Merry Christmas, Juan el Ratón.
My name is Henry Faroll.
No, no, no, Mr. Raton. Undergraduate professors from New School University do not molest underage students, especially during class. However, they do get their professional details right. The Luskhart estate is NOT in the ruins of Tikal, as you stated, but on the Mosquito Coast. Professor Faroll would've known. Just a minor goof. It goes beyond a nifty disguise to turn Juan el Ratón into an undergraduate.
Well, it goes beyond having your tail shaven, Dr. Katt, to turn you into a mason.
I have yet to surprise you. You, on the other hand, don't have much surprises left for me. I know what you and Rosa are up to. In just hours, the Ten Commanders will recieve a Yuletide greeting. They'll have more important things to discuss than you, especially when society itself, Far West, Far East, and everything in between, is on the verge of crumbling.
They know you're a threat.
I'm sure. In any case, I've prepared a demonstration. Do you recall that negligible outbreak of Pearson's disease in the Idaho Panhandle last summer? Well, I shall educate them, in very persuasive terms, exactly how I arranged that, and how I've improved upon it since then.
Immunization? Bacteria. Bacteriological warfare.
With a difference. Our biggest innovation since that outbreak was the creation of a specific vitus omega.
Sterility.
Complete sterility. Not just the castration of one individual, mind you, but the official eradication of entire generations of furs. Permanently. By regressing the reproductive system to an inoperative state.
That's reverse puberty.
Exactly. If my demands are not met, then I shall proceed with the systematic extinction of entire species of animals and plants the world over.
Humanoids included?
They'll never come to that, Juan. Not after they've received and analyzed a sample of vitus omega being sent to them as we speak.
Reverse puberty. Sex organs shrink, sex cells degenerate, sex hormones are consumed more than they're produced...
...causing secondary sex characteristics to vanish. They'll find a vaccine.
Of course, if I give them time.
They'll have time. Once they've warned, you'll have a problem dispensing this stuff.
That "problem" has been taken care of already, thanks to a "detention group" I've been using as my guinea pigs.
"Detention group"? Those cubs.
Those cubs, and millions more like them, locked permanently in a prepubescent state.
How exactly?
That will remain my secret.
And what's the number on your price tag this time?
This time? This time, the price is of a different kind. You'll be even more amazed when you find out. But right now, I'm gonna put you two in with my detention group. You'll prove very useful in persuading the authorities that I mean what I say, and will do as I claim.
