Harold smiled, picking up his furry tail and wringing it out gently. He was soaking wet. "I can't say I am related to him. I only hope you aren't related to Hannibal Lecter." With that, he grinned and turned on heel, exiting the room. As he walked through the halls, he began to lick his tail with a rough tongue to groom it. Not exactly a scientific thing to do, but he got some genes of a feline, so it was only a matter of time he acted like one.<br/><br/>Passing a partially opened door, he paused midlick and took a few steps back when he noticed another fellow scientist, the one that was part car, putting an orangutan with robot legs into a cage. He snuck in, soon looming over the discarded primape's lower body. "You going to use that?" He asked unsubtly, then, before his newfound friend could answer, he picked it up and carried it to another room with his name on the door. Jabbing a RC car's engine and an assortment of electronical devices into the monkey flesh, he began to toy with the pair of legs, occasionally chewing on a little toy mouse, keeping it between his teeth as he worked.