I wasn't going to ask that of you Isaac. Rather... I knew you would be averse to such a thing. For men like us... we prefer to remain as we are should we see the end arrive, rather than to change ourselves so utterly. I suppose in a way... we are old fashioned like that.

[The Leader calmly taps the intercom to the theater.]

That was completely unnecessary Mongrel. I expect you to ensure the mess is cleaned up and their brains be stored correctly for a full cortex harvest. I don't want that knowledge wasted.



Grrrh... Right... Whatever you say Sir.