MIKE WALKS IN AND SEES JEFF FAWNING OVER SOMETHING WE WON'T SEE.
MIKE: What's that Jeff?
JEFF: It is completed!
HE HOLDS IT UP IN TRIUMPH.
MIKE: What is it?
JEFF: My creation... finally!
MIKE: (taking it from him) You mean this?
MIKE INSPECTS IT, HE TOSSES IT BETWEEN HIS HANDS NONCHALANTLY.
JEFF: Okay Mike, be careful. It's my life's work!
MIKE: This, is your life's work?
JEFF: Why, yes?
MIKE: Really???
JEFF: Yes, I have lost friends and family over it but finally...
MIKE: Mate?
JEFF: What?
MIKE: It's... shit.
JEFF: W-what?
MIKE: What you have here, is a piece of shit. I mean not literally. But it's value is that of shit.
JEFF: But I... my wife left me and my kids, they... they don't talk to me any more because of this.
MIKE: And all those people died...
JEFF: Yes, those poor souls.
MIKE: Died in vein...
JEFF: Alright mate.
THEY BOTH TAKE A MOMENT TO CONSIDER WHAT'S JUST BEEN REALISED.
JEFF: So what now?
MIKE: Ummm, Cuppa tea?
JEFF: There's no milk, I used it on that.
MIKE: Oh Jeff, when will your path a chaos end?
JEFF HANGS HIS HEAD IN SHAME AS MIKE PUTS HIM ARM AROUND HIM IN CONSOLATION AS THEY WALK AWAY.