Bah. Computers.
Even a stopped watch was right twice a day. Still, Doom gives no hint that Quasimodo's information is correct. That would give him away too easily.
"Allow me to return the favor, Quasimodo. You are a living computer, a bastion of information to those who hold you loyalty. However, there is one bit of knowledge that has constantly eluded you, one piece of knowledge that you yearn for, and yet do not find.
You seek a body of true flesh and bone, one that can hold your considerable intellect and allow you to no longer be used as some tool to be cast aside once your usefulness to the current wielder has ended." Doom says, narrowing his eyes.
"There are many who hunt you for the things you know. One in particular would have me turn you over to him once I have what I desire.
However...you and I need not work at cross-purposes." Doom says simply.
"We may even...aid each other."
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