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Maxwell lay in his bed, watching a documentary about
gene splicing, that sorely tested his patience with its
descriptions of how the technology supposedly worked.
He would scream if he heard one more mention of
cure" or "magic bullet". It was infuriating.
At that moment,
a furry creature he recognised as a
southern hemisphere macropod (kangaroo) bounded into
the room, pursued by a posse of nurses and security
guards, skidding under the bed and tossing a package on
the bed beside him as it disappeared from view.
It then gathered itself up on the far side of his bed,
adjusted its hat, checked its pouch was empty, fixed
Maxwell with a firm glance and bounded out of the
Maxwell reached tentatively for the package, which bore
number of large URGENT labels, and a sender's address
from the opposite side of the globe.
"An Express Courier Wallaby", he thought, grinning to
||What else could it have been, you silly naysayers?
||Not recommended for fragile items, champagne
containers, bottles of nitroglycerin...
||But... but... I ordered a wallaby! Come back!
||hahahaha. Your product just bounced away. Hahaha
||For Consuls and Ambassadors, will there be a Diplomatic Pouch ... ?
||Early trials of the service have yielded promising results:
Sent: Wednesday, 26 February 2020 2:53 AM
Subject: Re: Wallaby Express
||p.s. to last email - decided mid-afternoon was late
enough. Can confirm that the rum is the elixir of life
P.S. I hope that "elixir of life itself" quote is somehow