“Don’t do it, you lunatic! You’ll kill us all!”

“Stay away from me, woman! I know what I’m doing!”

“But the red button! Not the big red button! You know what will happen!”

“Yes! Yes I do know what will…actually, what will happen?”

“Umm…you know, destruction, death, carnage…stuff…”

“You don’t actually know what the big red button does either, do you?”

“Well, not in so many words. I sort of assumed that you did, seeing as how you were about to press it and all.”

“Naah, it’s kind of genetic. You see a big red button, you press it. Made me what I am today.”

“Yeah, I doubt that. You’d be less mad-scientist and more smoking-hole-in-the-ground if that were true.”

“Keep saying stuff like that and I will press the button.”