Check it, yo! Them mega-tomatoes are bustin' the scales. This is some next-level Frankenstein goodness, huh?
Boss... Ethical committee is coming!
waves dismissively Ethics, schmethics! You know how I roll. Look at these bad boys, Ross! They're bigger than a bear's ass!
You didn't use the human gene like you said you would!
leans in closer, whispers Listen, Ross. I may have lied about the human gene. But take a look at these beauties! They're the stuff legends are made of!
grabs Ross's collar, pulls him closer No humans, got it. But do you see the potential here, Ross?
releases Ross's collar, paces excitedly Alright, listen up, Ross. We're gonna take this to the next level.
snaps fingers We're gonna create a whole army of genetically modified veggies! Think about it, Ross!
We'll get shut down before we even start!
slams hand on table, animatedly Shut down? Pshh! Who cares about the ethics, man! We'll cross that bridge when we come to it!
We don't know if this will work!
grabs Ross by the shoulders, shakes him Look, Ross, I didn't become the best damn botanist by playing it safe!
This could turn into something real monstrous!
Monstrous is just another word for magnificent. Show me the rulebook where it says tomatoes can't be basketball-sized!
And what if we do create this super vegetable army? How are we gonna control them?
As Dr. Verdant continues to experiment and create genetically modified vegetables, he becomes increasingly reckless and loses sight of the potential consequences. Eventually, the vegetables grow out of control, leading to a catastrophic escape from the lab.
frantically pacing back and forth Dammit, Ross! We've gotta control them, contain them, whatever!
Boss, you need to listen to me...
snarls, slamming his fist on the table Contain them?! Are you fucking kidding me, Ross? We've unleashed a force of nature here!
Just please let me get the team to help!
dismissively waves his hand No time for that, Ross! We need a solution now! pauses, eyes narrowing in thought
snaps his fingers We'll create a counter-genome, Ross! Something that'll cancel out their mutated DNA!
grits his teeth, frustrated Well, what the hell do you suggest, Ross? We can't just let these fucking vegetables run amok!
Please, boss... Let me call in the team. We can contain them.
sighs heavily, rubbing his temples Fine, Ross. But don't think for a second that this means I trust your little team more than our plan.