But what they always fail to realize is my blood is now my own. I've bled enough over the course of my lifetime to have drained my body several times over. My body, the factory. Okay, so I have your genes, but that's superficial. And believe me, if there were anyway I could get rid of that, you'd be receiving my eviction notice within the hour.
"The apple never falls far from the tree." They say.
But I am not an apple.