Remy chuckled warmly at Miniver's catlike behavior. He wondered why he attracted so many catlike people.
"Well, dunno how much you read de papers, mon ami, but de New York Times got 'sploded by de guy, just to get de attention of everyone. Dat worked wonders to his credit. But dat las' copy, de final print? In dere was a flyer, callin' me, three girls, an' de batkids out. Would y'ol' friend let women an' children go an' get demselves kidnapped when he was call out too? Non. So I took de bait. Not lookin' too bad f'what he did." He patted his stomach, "Took chunks of skin outta me 'fore de healin' factor died off. Guy even cut out my tongue." He stuck it out and sure enough, the very end of his tongue was a slightly different color than what he'd grown back, himself.
"Grew most of it back, had t'get de tip replace by a guy, tho'." He scratched his jaw and smiled. "But now dat he's locked up, an' Guildhall's back t'normal, t'ings can't be no better den dey could get, givin' de situation."
He toed the hippie and smirked, "Y'know you gunna have to watch y'back now, 'else you get hurt. Excitement in tons."