No. Just...no. Eliot's looking at you with all the incredulity here, Carter. Except he doesn't want to know what other Frankenstein-ian concoctions you've somehow invented so he's finally going to move on.

"...that bad, huh?" A pause. "Actually that sounds kinda cool." Another pause. "I mean, it sounds terrible but fun, y'know? I wouldn't mind workin' in a place like that. Save a dude's life, beat up some other guys, sounds fun."