“Why would you clone that?”
He shrugged. “Science?”
“You know that’s not a catch-all answer, right?”
“I’m not so sure about that. Look, that’s all beside the point- Look how happy he is down there, you’d deny him that?”
“Which mouth am I supposed to be looking at again?”
“Fourth from the left, up above the seeing-eye nipple.”
“You really did not catch the sarcasm in that at all did you.”
“Oh come on! If I can’t create a horrendous crime against god and man every now and again what the hell did I spend those seven years in college for?”
“… Drama and philosophy if I remember correctly.”
“Look, I had a lot of extra-curricular studies, okay?”
“So how much of the tax payer’s money did you waste on this?”
“More than a hammer, less than a new air-craft carrier.”
“And exactly what is it going to do?”
“Well, um… it’s got all kinds of applications. I mean… I’m pretty sure that second appendage on the right there excretes gasoline.”
“It’s on fire.”
“Is gas not combustible? Has its chemistry changed since the last time I checked?”
“Did you have some plan for extracting it, super-genius?”
“Well, okay, maybe it could be a little less on-fire but work with me here, all right?!”
Sighing, his superior rubbed his temples lightly. Lifting his head he looked through the glass again. “If we drop it, will it explode?”
“Umm… it might implode. Actually at the moment I’m fairly sure that it would just cause a lot of property damage.”
“Well that’s not bad.”
“Well, I mean in the sense that it seems to depress people? It’s hard to look at, so you’re gonna have a hard time selling property at a decent value in a good 100 meter radius…”
“Would you give me something here?”
“Well, I guess its laugh is kind of annoying. And it’s got an encyclopedic knowledge of knock-knock jokes…”
“Good enough”