THE MOREAU ZOO

Do not feed the octoshark, nor the sharktopus. I’ve yet to decide which to cull,  which will thrive. What would Darwin do?  Hand me that blunderbuss. Never look the hypnotoad in the eye unless you want to mutate into a Cronenberg-inspired horsefly. Be warned, human, there is no mating call like that of the Jesus Monkey. Makes you wet like a tropical storm, hard like a unicorn.  Nothing like a bit of inter-species if you know what I mean. Don’t throw stones at the Ko. . .

THE MOREAU ZOO

Do not feed the octoshark, nor the sharktopus. I’ve yet to decide which to cull,  which will thrive. What would Darwin do?  Hand me that blunderbuss. Never look the hypnotoad in the eye unless you want to mutate into a Cronenberg-inspired horsefly. Be warned, human, there is no mating call like that of the Jesus Monkey. Makes you wet like a tropical storm, hard like a unicorn.  Nothing like a bit of inter-species if you know what I mean. Don’t throw stones at the Ko. . .

THE MOREAU ZOO

Do not feed the octoshark, nor the sharktopus. I’ve yet to decide which to cull,  which will thrive. What would Darwin do?  Hand me that blunderbuss. Never look the hypnotoad in the eye unless you want to mutate into a Cronenberg-inspired horsefly. Be warned, human, there is no mating call like that of the Jesus Monkey. Makes you wet like a tropical storm, hard like a unicorn.  Nothing like a bit of inter-species if you know what I mean. Don’t throw stones at the Ko. . .

THE MOREAU ZOO

Do not feed the octoshark, nor the sharktopus. I’ve yet to decide which to cull,  which will thrive. What would Darwin do?  Hand me that blunderbuss. Never look the hypnotoad in the eye unless you want to mutate into a Cronenberg-inspired horsefly. Be warned, human, there is no mating call like that of the Jesus Monkey. Makes you wet like a tropical storm, hard like a unicorn.  Nothing like a bit of inter-species if you know what I mean. Don’t throw stones at the Ko. . .