Perish the thought. You'd organize them into a legion of terrors the likes of which this world has never seen — moreso than they are already.

[He strokes Lady a little more.]

No, I admit I had a few others in mind to test against your interest. This one, for example.

[He says, as he reaches for the watch on his left wrist and pulls — and sure enough, it comes away in his fingers, now with the consistency of a blob of grape jelly.]