"Well, I suppose I should clarify myself in meaning of 'dead end' to be if we had found any actual documented blueprints on how either the feed or the cuties were made," Doc said, "Of only so that no one need reverse engineer one by the very messy and questionable methods. But I reckon at least what we got is a start. And I agree, if there are other warehouses out there with feed, we got to torch them."

He then glanced down at the sea of fuzballs around himself. "And no, I'm not sure how to get all these cuties out of here. I don't think they'd survive on their own now that we shut down this place. Maybe Choro can come up with an idea. Double level bus or something."