Tachelock: I formed the big guy’s left femur.
Tachelock: But I just… I never really felt like a femur kind of guy, you know?

Tachelock: I guess I always thought I would have been better off somewhere with digits.

Tachelock: I mean, I could have done real work with a set of fingers.
Tachelock: Or even toes – toes would have been great!

Tachelock: But no – I got stuck as a femur.
Tachelock: And forming the gestalt… that takes some real mental discipline, right?

Tachelock: When we were all together I had trouble keeping my resentment from getting in the way of the meld.

Tachelock: It lead to… problems for the team.
Tacheleg: Sorry!