“I need a new place to work.”

“What about the house on Bleak Hill?”

“It does have the right ambience.”

“It’s for sale. But they say it’s haunted.”

“Does that lower the price?”

“Yes, quite a bit.”

“I’ll need a loan.”

“The bank will want to know what you’re working on.”

“Oh, this and that.”

“Explosives? Viruses??”

“No, no, nothing like that. Transplants.”

“What kind?”

“All kinds. Human to animal. Animal to human. Human to human.”

“Animal to animal?”

“There’s no market for that.”

“We’ll call it “medical innovations.”

“Can we see the property?”

“No realtor will go there now. Too many bad experiences.”

“Like what?”

“Bats flying around – strange noises – ghosts in the hallways.”

“That’s nothing. The last place had all that and more.”

“Until you blew it up.”

“No more explosives, I said. I’m done with all that.”

“You know, your scars are starting to fade.”

“People like me have nine lives.”

“Well, you’ve used up six by my count.”

“Is there a road we can get a truck up? Or a hearse?”

“A hearse?”

“For transporting patients who need new parts.”

“Have you ever considered normal science?”

“That’s for wimps! I’m the cutting edge of science!”

“We’re banned from Florida. I think they passed a special law.”

“That was just bad wiring.”

“That’s not what the Fire Marshall said…”

“I work miracles! What about that saber-tooth tiger I resurrected?”

“They hunted it for three weeks.”

“But they never found out we did it.”

“We?”

“I consider you my trusted assistant, Igor.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“A nickname, that’s all.”

“Okay, I’ll get this typed up and run it by the bank”

“If they don’t come around, threaten their family.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Okay, tell them they might meet with an accident.”

“I’m sorry I broke you out of the asylum.”

“They didn’t understand.”

“They wanted to hang you. You were being evaluated for trial.”

“That’s all in the past …”

“Okay, we’ll talk next week.”