At about this moment Laharl was ready to give up. The demon put his hand to his forehead in frustration.

"You know what? Just forget it."

This was getting no where. Whatever was wrong with Timon, there was nothing the Overlord could do now, that's for sure. Getting to his feet, he adjusted his scarf as he looked down at the meerkat.

"Just, go find somewhere to stay and keep out of trouble," he suggested, although it sounded more like an order. It pretty much was.

"And don't go taking naps on the middle of the sidewalk, especially."

Wait. He was sounding like he cared again.

"Or, well, you can if you really want. It's not like I care, but don't say I didn't tell you so, if something happens to ya."