"You look a little bit like the kind of insect my mum always warned me about", Ed the Emu said, looking at the tiny but nevertheless menacing mosquito. Minsk smiled. He had heard that before - but until this day, he had never felt such a great ambivalence in the voice of an animal scared of him and his little stinger. "Actually I'm nice", Minsk said, smiling like a mixture between a child and the devil. "And not to forget: I'm the only one here you can rely to. So choose..." He made a big, meaningful break, drilling his eyeballs like a math teacher, and added: "...choose, if you want to be my companion - or be alone here!"
