He's pretty sturdy. I have one.
Rufus: No he did not beak me in the eye! He would never hurt Daddy. I'm afraid I was rather ill there; I was rather heavily inflicted with Jenova-cooties. And of course it is not your new toaster, my lady. It's your microwave.
Perkle: Camomile! His favourite!
Rufus: Well my father was dead at this point. No it was a portion of the army that had gone rogue. I'm not really clear on why they did it or what they wanted me for, but they did take me. And I suppose I could grow wings, but not because of the Jenova-cells. You see I accidentally dumped Sephiroth nanites into my scotch...