After deep, deep analysis, and    
after Darryl wiggled his ears, she     
laughed and asked the most logical     
question of them all, “How can you     
talk?”                                 
     AmyStrange turned to look at her, 
“I'm not sure, Mouse. All I know is    
that it has something to do with       
genetics. Bart, my creator, modified   
some of my genes, expecting something  
else to happen, I guess. I don't know  
what exactly, but this happened        
instead.”                              
     “Gene modification,” Mouse nodded,
“that's an idea I can wrap my mind     
around.”                               
     “I have to agree with Pee Wee on  
this one, Crim,” Darryl said, looking  
at me, “You were right, and I was      
wrong,” then down at the Cat who was   
* whispering something to Rhonda.          
     In his line of work, he had to be 
able to adapt to any situation instan- 
taneously and naturally. He was really 
good at it, so it wasn't any surprise  
to see him take this, in such a matter 
of fact way. When the Cat first started
to talk, I didn’t even see him flinch. 
     “Seeing it right in front of me...
I still can’t believe it. I mean, what 
are the odds?” Darryl said to no one in
particular.                            
     “What are the odds, Miss          
AmyStrange?” he asked again, this time 
looking right at the Cat, “That this   
Bart character modified just the right 
combination of genes, so that you can  
not only talk, but also think and      
conceptualize thoughts, form ideas and 
then express them in speech. What are  
the odds?”                             



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