 I can't salvage it, Mr. Hafner. Just look at that. That skeleton was chrome steel. Now it's bent. The skin was duroplastic. And now it's cut to ribbon. The computer parts are all smashed to bits. How do you account for it, Tully? Well, look around the poor thing. You had me build it for mice. These things weren't mice. They're a good foot long. They just outnumbered him, that's all. You examined these dead animals, Marin? Not closely. Well, you'll find your mice have grown.