“I’ve always loved that about the souls down under, anger equals incomprehensible Australian slang.”
“Holy Dooley, Tongson, ya right bastard. Scared the cranky right out of me…it’s good to be seeing you, mate.” Here was the bloke the Elder Council had sent him up here to talk to about the Tiger Yakooza’s sticky fingering of their tutelaries. “Hang out in parking ramps often?”
“Only when I have to track down a naughty little pervert who thinks to escape his punishment.”
“I think I met your wee perv tonight, Tongson. Shifty little mink interrupted what could have been hours of raging submissive naughtiness that would leave me grinning like a shot fox for the rest of my time in this bloody cold dunny!”
“You know…” The Spirit Bear looked him over, top to bottom, and let him know with the twinkle of an eye that his own sexual hedonism’s were clearly on display. “I think, Elder Orgrove sent me just the right penguin to fix both our problems.”
“Does your plan include me skinning the little bugger and chaffering off his hide on the black market?” Yeah, he’d be willing to bet that soft little mink fur would be a real bargain to the right woman in this freezing land.
“Ha! You could definitely put the fear of the deities in my little pervert, but the more important lesson to be learned, I think, can come from the interaction between you and a certain colorful bird. You game, Aussie?”