It was difficult to detach the toady Darius he had always seen wafting after Chris like a bad fart from the Darius who had a lot (a lot) of potentially upcoming money ahead of himself. Zechariah put on a sympathetic look and placed his hand over Darius’, mainly to stall the retreat of that juicy, juicy contract.

“I apologize,” he sighed, apparently remorseful. “That was insensitive of me.”

You thin-skinned golden calf.

“Your taxidermy is …” hm, he should have finished that sentence in his head before he started it aloud, “like nothing I have ever seen. It may take a specific audience, but I might be able to shake some branches and see who might want to exhibit it.”