Calvator Conspiracy (Accepting)

[Zahzi]

"...Not ALL of them are hopeless."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"No, not all. But a good majority of them are. And they couldn't continue on the population. Not without inbreeding."  

[Zahzi]

"Well, they could go with cloning..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Then you get freaks who tamper with the clones." Michael grunted, referring to Calvin, but leaving his name out seeing how his pet Sean was in the room.  

[Zahzi]

"...Then what do YOU propose happens?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Ship them off to the military. They'll knock some sense into those brats."  

[Zahzi]

"I can just see it now...Some little f** putting his pants down to his knees in a military uniform...Can we kill THEM at least!?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"No. The military would beat him, make him do a ton of work, deprive him of sleep and food. THEN he'd learn to pull his pants up."  

[Zahzi]

"Execution would be better...."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Then we get back to the whole hardly any child is left situation."  

[SoujiAtsumi]

"Why do you two always talk about pointless things?" Sean asked closing the refrigerator door. He sat down on the couch and looked at the TV dully.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Because it's better than torturing children." Michael answered bluntly, rolling his eyes at him.  

[Zahzi]

"He has a point." Brad said, referring to Michael's answer.  

[SoujiAtsumi]

"At least i don't look like i'm going to faint by sticking a needle in someone."  

[Zahzi]

"Eh...Have to remember he's a COOK, not a doc..."