“Well, we caught it. Now, what do you want to do with it?” Ranger stared at the bug eyed scrawny creature he held in one hand.

“Maybe we could sell it in Taiwan.” Grumbled Assistant, as he wrinkled his nose. “It smells,” he backed away and plopped down on the rolling chair.

Ranger turned and looked at his assistant, “Taiwan? What would anyone in Taiwan want with this creature?” He shook his head and tightened his grip as the fleshy grey demon- monkey wriggled for freedom.

Assistant cracked his knuckles , “Isn’t that where gremlins come from?” He then yawned widely and folded his hands over his belly, leaning dangerously back in the chair.

“I think that was actually China, but I still don’t know for sure it is a gremlin.” He turned his hand and looked at the back of its warty head.

The thing frantically clawed at Ranger’s hand and let out a yowl of panic that would easily shred the eardrums from the high pitchedness.

Claws scratching at the door let them know that something was answering.