Eleanor: There's gotta be a way to figure out if that's the real Michael. Is there a way you can make some sort of demon lie detector?
Janet: Oof. I don't know. The Janet babies are still draining me, and I just had to put down Daisy the horse blob, which was exhausting... emotionally and physically. She fought back. I won't get into details. I had to twist her head off. Sorry. No more details. She did thrash. She thrashed.