You enter the lab and see a rather impersonal room with standard equipment humming away. The lab itself is pristine, but the shrieks of happy Koleratako are audible from the next room. Just outside the small window, two white Rato groom each other contentedly. As you enter, a stately, older man with sweeping white hair and a cold expression greets you. Around his neck a calm black and white Tagalo is coiled like a necklace. The man invites you to explore the lab as you wish. At first glance everything seems quite clinical, until you notice: many of the specimens have VERY silly genetic codes.