A while later, Susan and Dr. Cockroach were at the barbecue. Just like the general had said, there was a twenty-foot long Great White shark being cooked over several fires. It had been cut up for easier management, and was being cooked in several ways. There was also plenty of tuna being cooked, also in a variety of ways. There was fish being grilled, fried, baked, stewed, poached, and more.
"The food looks quite lovely," Dr. Cockroach said as the two of them walked around. "And the shark looks exquisite- wouldn't be too surprised if Monger and Link posed with it before they had it cut up."
"I've seen the movie Jaws before, and a few of it's sequels," Susan said, shuddering as she looked at the shark's head, which the General and Link were standing by, and having their picture taken. "I couldn't go swimming for a few months, not even in the creek near my home."
"Well, I doubt you'd have much to worry from them anyways," Dr. Cockroach said. "They don't normally bother humans, and prefer seals and large fish, like tuna. Most attacks on humans are believed to be a result of mistaken identification."
"You've studied sharks?"
"Not much to do at the base beyond reading and watching movies," the doctor said. "I'd probably hold more than a few degrees in various fields of biology, robotics, and more, if I were to take tests for their equivalency."
"You've also tried to use what you know to escape," the general said, as he walked towards them.
"Oh please, don't mention it," the doctor chuckled. "I mean, it wasn't easy to get some of the needed items. Even then, it didn't work out the way I wanted it."
"What do you mean?" Susan asked.
"The doc accidentally gave B.O.B. the ability to read minds," Monger said, with a chuckle. "Certainly made that Tuesday interesting."
"Yes, but sadly, the isotope was dissolved by him," the doctor said with a nervous chuckle. "None of us got our freedom that day."
"But if you had been able to make it, you wouldn't have met me, and we wouldn't have saved the world," Susan said.
Dr. Cockroach smiled. "There is that."
"Is there something going on between the two of you?" Monger asked, looking at the pair.
"Well, I don't know," Dr. Cockroach said nervously.
"We're sort of starting to work on it," Susan blushed.
"Regulations frown upon certain types of relationships between fellow soldiers, especially sexual ones," Monger said. Then he chuckled. "But you're not soldiers, and that regulation wouldn't be for you anyways."
"What gave you the idea we were going to do something like that?"
Monger chuckled. "I'm ninety years old- I know plenty of things. Just be careful when you do it- I don't want to hire a gynecologist to help you out if something happens during the process."
"Um, thanks."
"Any time," the general said, as he walked over to a communications officer, who was beckoning him over.
"Well, let's get to having some fun," Dr. Cockroach said with a chuckle.
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