[Davesprite's head tilts right back, though more in a way that telegraphs, eh, point. He sighs a little at the wing inquiry.] Yeah, the wing stuff. I'm kind of a freaky fuckin' zoological impossibility.

As for the implant, I dunno about any haphazard ripping, 'cause I'd like to keep my intellectual facilities intact as little as I may use them. But I had a friend try to teleport it out and that didn't work.