Cat: A nuclear lab isn't even in the right field to make human-animal hybrids.

Cat: To slip poison into their food, duh.

Cat: Hey, don't knock an opportunity for a dinner with a shitstain billionaire. You'll never have a better chance to kill them.

Cat: Sorry, we'd rather keep our hand.

Cat: They shouldn't even be allowed access to the children they do make themselves.

Just: I am a specific process running on our brain.

Luci: We're going to get a non-plural family member to sit for a few minutes with the EEG on them to get a comparison.

Lucifer: In our non-canon continuation to this comic, the "I can fly!" guy is launched from a trebuchet over the Grand Canyon.

Madeline: Point.

Digital Rights Management. AKA the stuff that's supposed to prevent unauthorized copying and suchlike, but in practice just means the pirates have a better experience than legit customers.

Tried to spot the rockets before they hit, couldn't. Not terribly surprising given the grainy video and small GMLRS.

I'm not sure what she expected to happen?