“This is a frog.”
The henchman nodded vigourously. “Yep, it is.”
Warloq stared for a moment, then shook his head, just a bit.
“I didn’t ask for a frog.”
More nodding. “Yep.”
More staring. The frog in Warloq’s hand kicked its legs a couple of times, then settled down.
“I asked you to get me a toad.”
Nod, nod, nod. “Yep. You did.”
The frog made a gentle noise, half ribbit, half gurgle.
“They didn’t have any. The guy at the pet store said there was an epidemic in the toads. Salmonella, I think he said.”
Warloq half-listened, more thankful the man had quit his compulsive nodding than anything else.
“Where was this?”
“Popular Pets, out near the fairgrounds. Figured I’d go to a big store, they’d have everything.”
The henchman held up his hand.
“And before you ask, there’s no point trying any other stores. There’s a government quarantine on them. Most of ’em have been destroyed, the rest are being studied in a lab at the University.”
Warloq handed him back the frog.
“Do something with this. I have to think.”