PROFESSOR BOB AND PROFESSOR BILL (DISHEVELED) ARE LOOKING AT SOME VEGETABLES GROWING IN A LAB.
BOB
This is project Titmarsh? Half a million pounds into genetically modified salad vegetables?
BILL
Yes this is project Titmarsh. Oh most of my colleagues have obsessed on making vegetables bigger, tastier more robust. But not me!
BOB
So what have you done?
BILL
I have amplified their personalities, I have given voice to their very souls.
I am the Spartacus of the slaves of the market gardeners!
BOB
You loony salad vegetables have no personalities. Your funding is getting the chop.
BILL
Watch this.
THEY GATHER AROUND A COMPUTER.
BOB
That cabbage it's shrivelling up. Is it a virus? A form of caterpillar?
BILL
Oh you poor fool look at the tomato plant next to it. It's being sarcastic.
BOB
You've bloody well cracked up.
BILL
Oh now look at how shrunken and bent over that lollo rosso lettuce is. Now look at the cucumber next to it.
BOB
You going to tell me it's also being sarcastic?
BILL
Don't be ridiculous. It's sexually harrasing it.
BOB
Right I'm off.
BILL
Don't you see Bob, can't you see Bob? They've got personalities and, and....they're ass holes. All salad vegetables are assholes.
BOB GOES TO LEAVE AND FINDS HIMSELF STARING AT A CUCUMBER.
BOB
Put that away it's not funny...I don't like it....stop it you're making me feel dirty.
BOB STARTS CRYING.
BILL IS SHOUTING AT A TOMATO PLANT WITH HIS FINGERS IN HIS EARS.
BILL
Shut up! Shut up! You said he wouldn't believe me why do you always run me down? I hate you.