Yeah, I don't think we will. I can't decide whether I'm morbidly curious or don't want to know. Most of the time it's the latter. [Hank knows he'll never find out, either, and that's pretty okay with him. Though he suspects that, with his luck, if there was some nightmarish atrocity to it he'd be the one to find out about it. Honestly they probably poof into existence as if from a flick of a fairy godmother's wand.]

[He looks over at Pointy.]

Don't worry, old man. You'd not have to worry about diapers or anything.

[That was always the very, very worst part.]

I'm still figuring this shit out, though. So thanks for considering it. [He blows into his hands to warm his fingers up, just one heavy huff. He'll have to let Tubbs out somewhere and rub his hand through his fur.]