You added a bullet into the life form oven. It was a bullet from Boothill's revolver and you don't know what you were expecting by adding it but you went through with it and selected two cats for breeding. Boothill, a cyborg cowboy you met on Penacony with a strong sense of justice and hatred for the IPC. Which would explain why he's on the wanted list of the IPC. The lifeform oven opened and out stepped gray cat with a black shell, its pupils a dilated red, like that of a aim of a gun in video games while around was a white oval. It smelled greatly of gasoline and a hint of something else that you can't describe. Much like the other critters created from the lifeform oven who were edible creatures, this one was gunpowder Gasoline flavor... A not so pleasant flavor. The critter looked up at you and meowed. It looked completely like Boothill. You took out your phone and snapped a picture of it, sending it to Boothill who took a moment to reply. "What's that lil thing supposed to be? Nevermind partner, send me your coordinates. I'll come here and check it for myself." You shrugged and told him you're at Herta's space station in the seclusion zone, Boothill went offline after that and after what like an eternity you could hear swearing from outside the room you're in before the cyborg came in holding his revolver. "Screw Wubaboo! You know how many of those shirtbag bugs are out there?! It ain't pleasant!" Ah yes... Using hilarious alternatives for swearing because Boothill can't actually swear, the cyborg's synesthesia beacon won't allow him to do that. So its usually "fork me, shirtbag, Holy Forkeroni and screw Wubaboo" stuff like that. Boothill approached you and looked at the critter based off of him. "Holy Forkeroni! This thing really does look like me." Boothill mutters chuckling as he adjusts his hat picking up the critter as he grins, his sharp teeth can be seen as the critter looks up confused, meows up at him. The two just stare at each other with an unblinking gaze before you eventually interrupt. Clearing your throat.