Felidae Page #3

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Felidae!

Evolution has produced an

astonishing variety of living creatures.

But none compel more respect

and admiration than the Felidae.

Do not forget the case of Claudandus.

He is the key!

And hop... hop... hop!

Experiments on plant hybrids!

Experiments on plant hybrids!

Hey, you. Did you sleep well?

Cats would have to. Eat...

sleep...

eat, sleep, yes...

Great spirits have their own little hobbies

of disconnecting from their working mind.

I did what I always do to get a clear head

and a needed distraction from the stress.

Rat hunt!

There they were! Always busy!

Always funny! Always sociable!

Patiently waiting for the

D- Day of their takeover.

The laboratory is a dream.

Pharmarox has spared no expense.

My assistants are Ziebold and Gray.

I know that my tissue adhesive

will revolutionise medicine.

The first attempt failed.

Instead of sticking, the mixture

completely corroded the flesh.

I need to reduce the

concentration of maleic acid.

It is simply contrary to logic.

Just this morning, this handsome

lad came running up to me.

He is now our mascot.

I'll start a new attempt immediately.

I fear the nameless stray

will have to have faith in this.

A miracle happened.

It worked right away!

The young stray has probably proven

an invaluable service to science.

He will be known as

Claudandus throughout histor-

We had to take apart Claudandus again.

Some factor in his gene structure ensures

that his body will absorb the

soup without any problems.

He is a mutation.

They have reduced our funding.

But I am Professor Preterius!

Experimental animal deficiency?

No problem.

Yes, just go, Mr. Ziebold!

Sacrifice!

Science requires sacrifice!

Thanks to my sophisticated

breeding program,

some of the females have provided supply.

Are you still able to produce

offspring, Claudandus?

What I have in mind has

never existed before.

A unique breed of cats!

A super race!

Yes, Claudandus spoke with me!

Fascinating, is it not?

Absolutely no humour in the animal.

Did he not say I should let him out of

the cage and prepare to fight him?

Was that it?

I must save Claudandus!

Did I not promise you that we'd

still have a conversation in private?

What do you want to talk to me about?

About silent stalking?

This is really funny.

Don't you think we should turn

our attention to serious matters?

Oh yeah, yeah, you've got it, brother.

A monster is about here.

Won't you help me search for this madman?

You don't need to look for him any more.

You? And why did you kill?

Well, why?

Well, because those guys all risked a lip.

You're a huge bastard,

but your motive isn't convincing.

You'll soon realise how convincing I am.

Is that fair?

No.

Just leave him to me!

No, not that!

The little one ran out of breath.

Probably sucked on too much junk food.

Yes, I'm out of breath.

But apparently I'm not the only one.

What nonsense are you talking?

Solitaire!

What have they done to you?

My God, what have they done to you?

My poor Solitaire!

Who was she?

Solitaire was the boss's favourite doll.

And that, which was in her

was probably from him too.

I'll kill him! I'll make mincemeat out of him!

I'll tear his balls off and

stuff them in his mouth!

What heartless creature was it?

Who? WHO? Dammit!

You... you were not there.

The time was too short...

But who then? Who then?!

God help you!

You rascal!

Any idea where the waddler's

disappeared to, smartass?

With this lousy weather, I don't even

know where my own home has gone to.

He's definitely further, Boss.

But only three gardens remain

and then it's the end of the line.

Then we'll grab him.

- Yeah, yeah!

Yeah! Let's go!

I'd had enough of this nightmare!

The murder of Kong's beloved Solitaire

had my theories about the murders

destroyed in one fell swoop.

And now, I was stuck,

who knows how deep, in this hell hole!

I've been wondering where you were.

Sh*t, I'm too old for slides!

Shh! Not so loud.

Not so loud? Not so LOUD?

I head Kong wailing like

a muezzin in delirium,

saw the poor Solitaire,

and followed you over the walls.

Where are we?

No idea.

Catacombs.

Not so loud.

Oh, sh*t! A mass grave!

A f***ing -

- Do you smell it?

Disgusting!

The stench of decay.

Kong was right.

The waddler is the killer.

But I see neither Sascha,

nor Deep Purple, or Feli...

Do no harm to the Guardian of the Dead.

Certainly, the Guardian of the Dead

has broken the sacred rule.

For this he will have to pay bitterly.

Do you always have an early Mass

before you go at someone's neck?

What's your name, my friend?

They call me Jesaja.

Did you do all this pigheadedness?

I mean, do you have all these skeletons

killed and then transported here?

Oh, no, stranger. The dead come to me.

Which are sent by the Prophet.

If you ask me, he's an ordinary nutcase.

Where are you from, Jesaja?

And how on earth did you come

to be in this terrible place?

Once there was the land of

dreams where I was born.

In dreamland was also the Prophet,

who finally brought us salvation.

God heard the prayers of the Prophet.

And when the day exploded into light,

the dreamland also exploded,

and the tormented fled

headlong in all directions.

What happened to the Prophet?

He ascended into heaven.

Father Joker told me.

The leader of the Claudandis sect?

He called this temple his

home since primeval times.

And he carried me here and

cared for me from then on.

But then he left me to proclaim

the word of the Prophet.

And how did Father Joker justify

this pretty bone collection here?

Oh, no. As Father Joker

and I lived here together,

the dead had not yet dwelt among us.

One day, however,

after Father Joker had gone,

I heard a rumbling in one of the shafts.

When I arrived at the exit hole,

I saw a dead sister had flown from it.

And suddenly, I heard the voice of the Lord.

And what did his voice say?

That I had been chosen to take up the

service of the Guardian of the Dead.

But now everything has changed.

The Prophet no longer speaks with me,

nor has he recently sent the dead

to the realm of the dead.

He had forgotten me.

So you were up tonight personally

to keep a look for the dead, right?

Have you noticed anything

in particular about the dead?

I mean, were they, for example,

in heat amogst themselves?

So it was, Brother.

But strangely disfigured folks

also came down to the temple.

And pregnant?

- Many.

So many, Brother.

Cod natural. Cod cooked.

Cod lightly fried.

Cod in mayonnaise -

Cod! Have you not realised

what we've just learned?

Mayonnaise...

- There aren't seven murder victims to mourn,

but hundreds.

The killing spree goes back many years.

Up until the closure of the laboratory.

- Indeed.

Earlier you asked a very wise

question in the mortuary temple.

Namely.

Why were the bodies of Sascha,

Deep Purple, Solitaire and...

Felicitas not in the temple?

Perhaps he's like me, the murderer!

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