Ron Allison and his assistant Jackson sat in Ron’s featureless office deep within Pretzelverse Games genetics lab, and research facility. We’re on to something, I can feel it, Ron thought.

“What are the results?” Ron said.

“Complete neural imbalance for subject X, but subject Y has taken to it,” Jackson said.

“Interesting. What breed of animal?”

“Both subjects are dogs: a corgi and a Great Dane. The corgi was the most unstable. It started attacking other bigger dogs and almost got ripped to shreds.”

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“Interesting. How are the dogs reacting to the new formula?”

“Well . . . they are working together now,” Jackson said.

“Excellent news. Keep me posted on your progress.”

Ron made to leave, and then stopped, deep in thought. “Any progress on the other animals?” he asked.

“The monkeys are showing significant progress. One of the monkeys had a visible tumor before we used the new treatment, but their temperament has changed,” Jackson said.

“How so?”

“They are attacking any human who gets close to their cages,” Jackson said.

Ron rubbed his bald head, deep in concentration.

“Is it time to tell the big man? About the tumor-healing properties, I mean?”

“Not yet. I’m saving this news for the right moment.”

Jackson nodded before exiting the room.