Jayce began to pace, as he checked his machines. "Seventy two different test subjects. Half anthro, half feral. All anthropomorphic subjects died upon completion of the process. Half of the feral subjects were male, turned female. All female subjects turned male." He took a breath, before speaking. "Tryp left me in a dark corner of an attic for seven days. No food, little water." After Cifero's statement resonated with him, Jayce turned and looked at Cifero, a scalpel in his paw. "Don't think about it. I might be mad, but I'm still a gentleman."