- Nuclear fallout.
- Well, it's not global warming.
- Interplanetary alignment?
- No!
- You know what nobody's talking about? Tomatoes. You know, they're genetically altered now. With what? Alien DNA.
- It ain't about space aliens, man! But it is about space.
- We all know the moral destruction of this country will come at a hand of individuals who engaging hedonistic.
- What about a plague?
- It is a plague.
- No. A real plague. A genetically altered virus created by a very specific bio-engineering company.
- With the tomatoes.
- No! Like a cold but no cough or sniff. This is bleed, die.
- It sounds like bullshit to me.
- Exhibit A. Proof. Conspiracy [in infancy?]. Let's play a game. Spin the vial. Wanna know who shot JFK? What happened at Roswell? MacDonald's secret sauce? Open that up, Alice. In a few months you can march right in the Pentagon and Vatican and find all the answers you've ever wanted to know. Come on, you ain't got the stuff. Spaceman Spiff. Here it is. The key to interdimensional time travel. The beginning of the end. The seed of death. The power to rule the world. The great bio-reset switch. Crack that open. I'll be playing Ring a Ring o' Roses 'til we all fall down.
- You're insane.
- In the membrane. Sorry. OK, well, that only leaves one last brave soul who'll either stop me from sending the world into apocalypse or take some initiative themselves and open Pandora's box of paradox. And my mommy said to choose the very best one and you are it. It's just a twist up. You had your chance. I guess I'll hold on to this for now. Get ready, kiddos. It's 2016. A year of a/the monkey. A year of the monkey. See you soon.
- That was weird.
- So what we were talking about?
- Tomatoes.
- Tomatoes.
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