Although my grip has been like a vice since day one, I’ve only recently put it to good use. Until now, I would simply grasp anything by virtue of reflex, and forgo using this power to my advantage.

Now, everything goes into the ol’ bottle port. If I can clutch it, I can probably sample it for taste. Heck, sometimes I don’t even need to use my chunky little meat hooks. Dad will hang various things above my face and I will extend my taster muscle to retrieve the object like a toad going after a plump insect.

I do this with an enormous amount of trust. Surely Father would not dangle a non-delicious item above my food hole…

Hmmm… I think I just discovered my skepticism muscle.