"Lemme guess... genetics department got t'ya." Fantastic. Now they're scooping up Immune fresh from wherever the he'll they came from in the first damn place. That said Immune looks like Jim from about eight or so years ago is just icing on the bullshit cake.

How the hell is he supposed to do his goddamn job if no one fucking listens to him? Whiskey sighs, bionic left eye whirring as he scans the man's face to pull up his medical records. "Grimm, John, right? The hell did they do to you?"