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Jamal growled and fisted the hand holding the chip, making like he was going to club Billy in the head.

"Shut da ******** up, ya damn fish," Jamal snapped, saber-teeth flashing dangerously as his expression grew more animated, the prospects of a possible one up on the doc's seeming too good to be true. "'n' Jesus christ, if they knew I had it, ya think they'da caught up wit' me by now? I put it in ma ********' mouth b'fo da dicks wit' guns showed up. I think da damn thing's broke anyway. Things dat ain't broke don't smoke 'n' burn like they is." Geez, what a dumbass drunk.

"I kin break it if ya -want-. Ain't nuthin' we can really do wit' it anyway. I jus' wanted ta get an opinion..."

By now Jamal knew that, no, Billy wasn't calling him gay so he hardly flinched at the question.
"Yeah, I do. Coupla them. Why?"

The tiger man gently rolled the chip between his fingers, absently musing over the information he'd learned today. Was Annie's removal of her chip a freak accident? Or was it something that'd work on everyone? Hell, he'd undergo pain if it meant his chip could be taken out for good. No more zappings....he'd have freedom beyond anything he ever had before while on this damn rock....and revenge. Oh god, what he could DO to people like Aubrey that stepped foot out of the facilities without proper guard....

Jamal watched him wheel away dubiously until he ran into a tree. Oh jesus christ... The tiger smacked his own forehead with a palm and then dragged said palm down across his face with a sort of "I can't belieeeeeve this" grunt.

"How 'bout I drive? You jus' tell me where da ******** ta go."

He didn't even wait for an answer as he wrapped his massive, thickly calloused hands about the handles of the drunk man's chair.

Jamal, after rolling his eyes, set off in the appointed direction at a rather brisk...and potentially uncomfortably bumpy pace for his tentacled passenger. At least Billy hadn't yelled something like "MUSH!" or "HEIGH-HO SILVER AWAAAY!"

Jamal didn't meet the man's gaze as he directed Billy around the bigger holes and bumps along the way, grunting noncommitally at Billy's 'astute' observation.

"Transformed again. Few weeks ago, I think. I dunno, lost track of time. Third time, I think..." he said flatly. "I ain't seen many squid...er...octo-things wit' hair, so...prolly why. Ya could prolly get a wig if ya wanted. If ya wanted ta talk ta staff, dat is." Jamal's tone clearly showed contempt in that last statement, spitting out the word 'staff' like it was a cockroach in his mouth.

"Ya ********' loony, I'm goin' dat way," he replied peevishly, the visible tips of his saber-teeth lengthing as his drew his lips back into a thin, straight line. "Anyway, I seen worse. s**t...you inna wig ain't worse then you wit' them damn twisty arm things. Wigs are normal. ...or maybe we kin' get ya a weave."

Jamal couldn't help but snort with amusement at the thought of Billy with hair extentions.

"Feh. Tigers kin swim pretty good," Jamal said, refusing to concede that he might not be the best at something. "But yeah, if ya want da truth...yer da s**t nightmares are made of, I think. At least, yer looks. I ain't heard of ya hurtin' no one though. Can't imagine ya can if ya can't even walk. I'm a damn cat but I kin tear a ******** up in a ********' New York minute."

Jamal glanced ahead towards the waterfall. He would have never guessed there was a decent hiding place near it.

"I bet ma teeth could beat yers," Jamal said with a mildly challenging tone, eyebrows curving wickedly over his ice-blue eyes. "But we got time fo' s**t like dat later. Maybe."

His attention was shifting from the pointless banter to something a little more serious. He had started to wonder if it was possible to have those chips removed with anything sharp. Really...all Annie had used were blunt canine claws.