“So this time, I figure it's us that needs to pick our opponent. You know, find some Replicants that aren't all crazed at the sight of blood.

Turns out, there is no such kind of replicant. At any rate, we survived this one. Damn near won it, too. Phil's kept up his streak of Replicant re-assimilations, but this one got patched up at a street-mech shop. Damn shame, as The Eater of Brats was a big fella, and his self-repair circuits didn't do jack for how Phil ripped him up.

A lot of Voight-Kampf tests were administered, and not so many by us. We need to get a specialist in. I was hoping Voight-Kampf himself, the only ER so far that's really shown any talent for it, was going to settle in his skills, but he just won't do it.

At least we left the field with all our bits this time.”