The caretaker flips open a sketchbook. An image of Batman Beyond, and
the Chimeras and Jokers Gang are displayed. There's a Hyena-man that
the caretaker seems to be focused on. His finger lingers on it as he
looks up and down at Mitchel's naked immobile waxen body.
"Hm, mebee, let's see if any of the others would be better," the
caretaker says, as he flips to a sketch of Lord of the Rings
Characters. "Hobbit, elf, dwarf, orc, Ringwraith? Hm?"
He flips the page, and mutters, "Klingons, Romulans, Vulcans,
Ferrengi, tch." He flips another page, "Ewoks, wookies, droids, or
Blue lizard cat avatars? I don't know what the mistress is thinking.
It was simpler when we just did movie stars, politicians, and
historical figures. Now she wants all these wierd pop culture aliens,
tch, tch. I suppose I could do a werewolf or vampire: Jason or Edgar?
Or whatever they're called."
He flips the sketchbook again, and laughs, "A satyr? Pan's Labyrinth?
Now that might be interesting, I haven't shaved feet into hooves
before."
He rubs his chin.