[[SANDRA has collapsed.]]
GREGORY: Sandra! What's the matter?
SANDRA: Oh, the world, the WORLD, THE WORLD!
Society is slowly folding in upon itself and SMOTHERING those of us foolish enough to have taken solace beneath its comfortable drape!
SANDRA: Whatever shall we DO? How will we SURVIVE? How can we ever consider bringing CHILDREN into this world?
GREGORY: We'll manage!
Our children will grow up NATIVE to the changed civilization to come. They will escort us gracefully to the final death of all that we understand.
SANDRA: Gregory.
My darling.
I--I fear I will not birth robust children.
What if they come out STRANGE? What if they have TWO HEADS?
HOW WILL ANY OF US FARE?
GREGORY: SHHHHH, now. We will always find a way.
If they have two heads, we will simply sell them to the circus.
SANDRA: GREGORY I HAVE ALREADY CHECKED.
THE CIRCUSES ARE UP TO A THREE-HEAD MINIMUM.
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{{Alt-text: SOON: 'Hold still, both of you. That cantaloupe is only secured on there with tape.'}}