Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

Being dragged by Arale to Quinn, the dog looked very manic at this time, holding its head high and making a wolf-like howling sound.

Kraft sniffed and could still vaguely smell the smell of urine. At this time, Harrow was driving a humanoid mobile suit to clean the dirty ground caused by Quinn. Without saying a word, the dog pounced on him and hugged him. The robot's thighs began to move its butt.

Kraft did not rush to stop Quinn, but first took out a medical needle and used it on himself to heal the bruises on his arm that had just been knocked out and dislocated by Arale.

Glancing at Arale next to him who was really sticking out his tongue and smiling silly at him, Kraft thought for a moment and decided to give up preaching. With Arale's temperament, he would definitely turn around and forget about it. This little thing is not worth it like correcting her for playing with poop. This bad habit consumed Kraft a lot of time and energy.

Walking to Quinn, he grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him off the robot's lap. Kraft asked Angela while controlling the dog's body.

"How are situations like this usually solved?"

"Under normal circumstances, you can find a female dog to breed with Mr. Quinn, but we don't have a female dog now." Angela hesitated for a moment, glanced at the tied up dog that was still making noise, and then said: "Or maybe it's just Sterilize Mr. Quinn..."

"Shocked!"

Quinn, who was jumping on the floor like a fish out of water, stopped making trouble. He turned his stiff neck and stared at Angela with disbelief.

"Sterilization is okay?! Is this reasonable?!"

"Ah this..."

Kraft scratched his head and looked at Quinn with some distress.

"It's not good to do this..."

"Yes, yes, brother, you can't do this to me!"

Just when Quinn breathed a sigh of relief, Kraft added the second half: "After all, I haven't learned how to sterilize dogs..."

"Brother, you little kid!" Quinn, who had been betrayed by his good brother, began to struggle again, "Help! Kill the dog! Who will keep the dog from me!"

"Stop howling!" Kraft knocked Quinn on the head, "I was just teasing you, I've already thought of a way."

"real?!"

Quinn looked at Craft with surprise.

"Of course it's true. The worst I can do is make you a female bionic dog."

Kraft tied Quinn to the corner of the spacecraft to prevent him from peeing everywhere again, then sat cross-legged opposite him and gave his own plan.

"Or can I strengthen it for you?"

In Kraft's dreams, there were many technologies that enhanced the genes of humans and animals, or conversely anthropomorphized animals. It was somewhat similar to what happened to Peter Parker, but he had never liked human experiments, so these technologies were also used. It has been left to pile up ashes in the corner of my head.

In this situation, turning Quinn into a kobold is actually an option. The transformed dog will not lose that function, but it will not affect daily activities like it does now.

Of course, it’s up to Quinn to make the final choice. If he doesn’t want to undergo transformation, the worst possible outcome is just like Kraft said before – build him a bionic bitch.

Kraft told Quinn several options for turning into a kobold, and also explained the pros and cons.

Quinn tilted his head and thought for a long time, then said to Kraft: "I want to choose the least painful option!"

"Uh……"

It fits Quinn's character.

"That's no problem, but Quinn, are you sure? After the transformation, you will look different from other dogs."

Kraft felt that he still needed to remind him. After all, with the IQ of this stupid dog, it was very likely that he had not considered this issue.

"Shocked!"

Quinn really hadn't thought about this issue. He looked at Kraft with a blank expression...and then peed on the spot.

Looking down at his latest work, Quinn stuck out his tongue and said, "It's not me! It did it on its own!"

Probably because Quinn didn't like the situation where he couldn't control his excretory organs, he finally decided to let Kraft transform himself, but he also made a request.

"Brother, please be sure to keep this beautiful hair of mine!"

"Do not worry."

Kraft made an OK gesture to Gouzi. There were many transformation plans for animals in the dream, and there were also many designs that tried to maintain the original beast appearance. In addition, Gouzi itself did not need any special reinforcement, so it could be There are more options to choose from.

Kraft finally chose the technology used by scientists from a villain organization called the RX Group. The enhancement was very simple, that is, giving ordinary animals human knowledge and physical abilities. Other than that, it was no different from the original.

Moreover, this technology also met Quinn's first condition and was a completely painless transformation.

It’s just that Kraft is a little confused about the significance of developing this technology...

The modification device is not difficult to make, and Kraft took advantage of the time when the drone was exploring around.

Putting Quinn into the steel can that turned into a cylinder after it was ready, Craft added the necessary upgrade materials, and then just waited quietly like waiting for the microwave to heat up rice.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the cylinder opened to both sides, and the white smoke spurting from the inside gradually dissipated, revealing Quinn sleeping quietly inside.

"Stop sleeping," Kraft stepped forward to wake up the dog. "Let's see how you are doing now."

Quinn stood up from the ground with a "swish", and then started walking around like a human being, and even performed a set of radio gymnastics.

"Wow! Quinn is so awesome! He looks like in the cartoon!"

Arale cheered excitedly on the sidelines.

After the dog moved around for a while, he suddenly frowned and stared at Kraft.

"Brother, you lied to me!"

"Huh?" Kraft was confused, "What did I lie to you about?"

"You promised me snacks three days ago, and defrauded me of a chicken leg five days ago. The reward you promised a week ago was also lost..."

Quinn opened his dog's paws and counted Kraft's evil deeds.

"Uh... Okay, okay, I'll make it up to you later."

Kraft touched his forehead in confusion. Even if this stupid dog's intelligence has improved, his focus is still on food.

"The important thing now is that you won't pee everywhere again, right?"

"Don't worry, brother, I no longer have that kind of worldly desire... No! I won't urinate anywhere anymore!" Quinn held his dog's head with both hands and assumed the posture in the painting "The Scream", " Brother, what kind of nonsense knowledge have you stuffed into my mind again?!"

"There is no such thing..."

Kraft looked away guiltily.