screwloose

"Hmm... so this isn't helpful for bringing the dead back to life?" he asked with a faint tone of disappointment. He shifted around, examining the brain for signs of damage. Exposed like that, one would think it would be killed quickly, but it seemed it was vicious enough to protect its own organs from lethal damage.

He glanced up. "I can't say I'm looking to touch off a pandemic, Birkin, though I'm curious about Tyrants. Is that what you're doing here? Developing biological weapons?"