“Who,
me?” The weasel had a little chuckle herself. “You’re asking the wrong
one in a ladcoat; I’m just his assistant. Dr. Cortex is the mad
scientist here.”

She points at one of his paintings of himself, depicting him as tall,
muscular, and godlike. He’s most certinally compensating for something.

“It’s a little exaggerated, yes, but I think you get the idea of who he is.”

“Oh!” Marie exclaimed, turning to look at the painting.

She said nothing for a while, just scanning the image.

“…What does the N stand for? Neat? Neurosurgeon? Nightingale?”

She felt it best not to mention how big his head was. Judging by the picture, this Cortex guy was a little sensitive…

Instead, she kept on firing off rapid guesses.

“Nice? Narcotic? Nanotechnology? Ninny–no…OH! No? Nip?…”

It was clear if she wasn’t stopped, she would keep going until she was even bluer in the face.