Let's see. What you get instead of a fleshy mess when you try to bring back the dead, right? And somehow the stalker bitch from hell managed to collect 'em all for her complicated plan and give 'em names that don't make much sense. Am I right so far?

[As he speaks, Greed hops into one of his chairs- more of a stool, actually, as one might find in a bar- and smiles lazily at his alchemist.]