Potential typo? Anna and Ro-Lal would descend on him like wraith from hell for making them redo his batch and waste nine months of carefully guided growth when he inevitably dropped or otherwise broke it. Do you mean "like the wrath of hell" or maybe "like furies from hell" or even just "like wraiths from hell"?

Also, this: "Lemme guess, the little blights can do nothing but piss and eat and sleep for a couple years, so they're using some kind of cuteness gamma rays to mindfuck reasonable adults into not turning them into lambskin mittens."

That is TRUTH. Cuteness is totally a defense mechanism to fool adults into reproducing and then not eating the resulting young. ...And it is damned effective. *goes squishy again over the fic*