[holo] they are cute for science

[taxcollectors]

Midday in Taxon, there is a special arrival.

Two very exceptionally large hamsters stand on the platform of the Sanctuary's arrival room. One, pale caramel with white underbelly and gray stripes, takes immediately to unconsciously preening itself before squeaking out triumphantly, "Oh! It workedThe other, white with exceptionally long white fur

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[visual]

[faderbroderson]

For all of Godric's dislike of their alien overlords, and despite the influence of a certain butter knife, he simply can't find the energy to be angry with giant hamsters who are scolding the Doctor. No, instead he has to take a few moments to just stare incredulously at his tablet. If he were prone to it, he would rub his temples. As it is, he has questions, so this time he's going to endeavor to be polite.

"What sort of restrictions?" He has a list a mile long, but it's a good place to start.

[ holo ]

[taxcollectors]

"Well," starts the second, "you must take turns."

The first nods in agreement. "One at a time, in a nice and orderly fashion."

"Can't have it all going up with BOOM again now can we? Not that much boom."

"Nope, not at all. We've had quite enough of that paperwork, Mister Godric, and we'd like to not have it again."

[visual]

[faderbroderson]

...That doesn't make a terrible amount of sense, but at least they agree on explosions and paperwork both being negative influences in one's life.

"I assume that means that no one will be able to create explosives of that caliber in the future. What about the less widespread threats? Angelus, for example. I suppose you find that sort of thing entertaining?" Anger is beginning to bleed back into his voice.

[ holo ]

[taxcollectors]

With its fore-paws waving about its head, the first squeaks, "Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!"

The second claps! Good job, Godric! "Got it in one, you did! Very smart. 'Course you're smart."

"Angelus is fun," says the first, which is probably not at all what Godric wants to hear. "Does the shake-up and shimmy and everyone scurries. He makes good incentive!"

[visual]

[faderbroderson]

Oh dear.

"Incentive for what? Panic? Incentive to distrust the city's vampire population? And these cursed objects you've given us, what incentive are they meant to inspire?"

[ holo ]

[taxcollectors]

"Coo-op-eration!" The second flails its little paws with its exclamation.

"Oh, oh," interjects the first, "and hugs after!"

They quite like the hugging part of any and all pathos-filled drama that happens in the city.

[visual]

[faderbroderson]

Godric could say any number of things about not being entertainment or playthings, but that's exactly what they are to these spoiled rodent lookalikes and he knows it. He would tear them apart with his bare hands if he could reach them, but he can't and he knows that too. The worst of it all is that they are cooperating to get rid of the damn objects, because they have no choice, and it's apparently prime-time television to these overgrown rats.

Impotent with artificially amplified rage, he cuts the connection. He'll be damned if he hugs anyone after this.