Habanero may have swiped some of Chutney's DNA to make this one. Oof. How did he even manage that. My dude be taking his Mad Scientist title too seriously.

It's Meatloaf! A synthetic creation. She's nice enough.

Much better temperament than Cacciatore, at least. She waddles around the lab and assists Habanero with his work, carrying trays strapped around her neck and gently holding various requested instruments in her mouth. Though she's quite comfortable around her creator, she will quickly withdraw when others are about.

Meatloaf doesn't ever speak, but she makes little grunts and noises of acknowledgement on occasion.

Pepperjack is unnerved by her, while Pepperoncini distastefully likens her to a pet dog. Habanero's workshop experiments all have questionable sentience, causing their very existence to remain under scathing ethical scrutiny. Meatloaf is no exception.

To the creator scientist himself, she's almost like a daughter to him, though he'd never admit such a thing within earshot of his colleagues.

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