[Ford has always known he's a freak, genetically speaking, and he has long been accustomed to being seen as one.

But... it still stings more than Ford will ever admit.]

I find the thought of lying about my DNA to be a pointless exercise. Not that I want you to like me, but I was under the impression you liked freaks, considering you're one too.

Maybe I'll reread one of my favorite novels and psychoanalyze you for a change. Did you always have only two equal sides or was that a more recent cosmetic improvement?

[He's weak and at a disadvantage but if the gloves must come off, then off they'll go.]