Narrator: “From that fateful day when stinking bits of slime first crawled from the sea and shouted to the cold stars, ‘I am man’…”
Patrick: Really? You’re going to do this now?
Paddy: He’s talking about me isn’t he?
Narrator: “our greatest dread has always been the knowledge of our mortality…”
Paddy: What is he going on about? I had a shower
Narrator: “But tonight, we shall hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death itself. Tonight, we shall ascend into the heavens…”
Paddy: Well hello…
Narrator: “We shall mock the earthquake. We shall command the thunders, and penetrate into the very womb of impervious nature herself.” – Dr. Frederick Frankenstein
Patrick: Are you done?
Paddy: I think it’s safe to say there will be none of that going on, womb or otherwise