Mon-Seven continues to watch the two lizard girls as they begin to get more and more passionate with their lovemaking. Both are writhing about on the floor, gripping each other about the hips. It becomes clear to him that their long, reptilian tongues are very deeply inserted. He can't help but be utterly fascinated.
He carefully clicks the button once more, sending the "false alarm" signal to the colection agents. He couldn't let them stop, not now.
"Oh no, don't stop..." he whispers as the two girls pull apart from each other.
"Marsha," the one named Linda moans as she sits up. Much to Mon Seven's delight, the girl quickly darts the tip of her tail inbetween her partner's hips, causing the girl to squeal in surprise and pleasure. Marsha follows Linda's lead, and soon the girls are at it more creatively than before. Scaly hands feverishly caress each other's enlargened breasts, and they kiss each other with a passion Seven hasn't seen in years.
It's then that he decides - these two are too good for the guests, too good for anyone - but him. Hasn't he earned this? Hasn't he gone celibate for so many years? Hasn't he been mystically kept in the peak of youth for so long so he can remain efficient at his job? Doesn't he deserve some fun for once?
He doesn't care whether or not the two will let him join in or if he'll have to settle for watching, he must have them. They're park property now anyway, so what's the harm in his claiming them for himself?