(Myfanwy is pronounced mih-VAN-wee) Sorry about the late update I've had a major case of writer's block and I get easily distracted but I promise you will never have to wait a year for an update. Anyway here's the new chapter.
"I can't sleep, I can't drink, and I can't shag. And they are three of my favorite things." Owen explained after Helen gaped at him.
"How is that possible?"
"I got shot. Then Jack brought me back to life using an alien glove. I'm basically dead but I can walk and talk. That's how I got used to the broken fingers. They just don't knit back together. It's like I'm made out of glass, if I get hurt I won't heal. The only useful thing about it is when trying to get past heat sensors."
"Do you still have the glove? I know a werewolf that would love to take it apart and see how it works."
"We destroyed it because it was too powerful. On a lighter note, have you met Myfanwy yet? She's our pet pteranodon."
"I've seen it from a distance but I would like to take a closer look at it. What do you feed it? How do you stop it from eating things you don't want it to eat?"
"She really likes dark chocolate. We've trained her to only eat things with a kind of barbeque sauce we put on her food. If, perhaps, you'd like to assist, it is time to feed the lovely creature."
Helen, Jack and Ianto all went down to beside the water tower and Jack pressed a few buttons on his rift manipulator. Suddenly they heard a screech and Myfanwy came soaring in, and landed in front of them.
"Oh my lord. She is much larger than she appears, and has no teeth. She eats fish, does she not? How much does she consume per day?"
"She eats about thirty percent of her body weight, just like a pelican, although with her weight she would eat the entire pelican, and have room for desert."
"And she weighs?"
"About 55 kilograms"
"So, thirty present of fifty-five that would be 16.5 kilograms a day."
"And here I thought you would still be using the imperial system"
"Really Jack, I am a scientist, the metric system is more precise and stays the same no matter who has taken the throne. It is also much simpler."
"Do you want to feed her some weevil?" Owen offered
"Really Owen, no matter how you disguise it she is intelligent enough not to eat the poisonous dreck." Tosh said peering around her computer monitor.
"Where do you get 16.5 kilograms of fish a day?" Helen asked now directing her attention at Jack.
"We buy it from a local fisherman and she also eats pigeons and the like when she goes out." Ianto said answering the question for Jack.
"Jack, there's massive rift activity in Plymouth Wood." Tosh yelled across the room.
"And hundreds of reports of weevils acting strangely all over the city." Gwen added counting something on her screen.
"Ok everyone, grab your gear and let's go. Helen you're still good with a gun, right?" Jack said tossing her a very futuristic gun.
"Yes I am, but I would prefer to use my own," Helen replied tossing back the gun and pulling out her own, "are we ready to go then?"
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