Dr. Gaul

Mr. Snow. Ms. Dovecote. Come and see my new babies.

Is there a point to the color?

Dr. Gaul

There's a point to everything, Ms. Dovecote, or to nothing at all. Which brings me neatly to your proposal. Which one of you actually wrote it?

Well, there was-

I was inspired by Coriolanus yesterday, of course. His little betting idea. But the sponsorships and the gifts in the arena, those were all mine.

Clemmie?

Dr. Gaul

So it's your sweaty handwriting on that page. Very impressive, Ms. Dovecote. Unfortunately, my assistant mistook it for trash this morning and lined the shelf of this very terrarium with it. So, please, Ms. Dovecote, retrieve it for us, won't you? So we might all consider your inspired ideas. Don't worry, my little predators are perfectly docile with those they can trust. So if they're used to your scent, if you've handled their food, for example, or if they've inhaled the sweat of your palm on a page, they'll leave you alone. [coldly] A new scent, however ... You'd be on your own, little girl. [stares Clemensia down] Retrieve it.

Clemmie! [Clemmie falls off the stand] Clemmie, no! No!

Dr. Gaul

You asked about the colors, Ms. Dovecote? I want my enemies to see a rainbow of destruction engulfing the world. I'm not above using spectacle to create a little terror. A strategy your classmate here articulated very well in his proposal. [grins at Coryo] They're good, your suggestions! I'm going to recommend my team implement as many as possible tomorrow.

What? Will she die?

Dr. Gaul

The pleasure in breaking ground in one's research is one gets to find out. You better keep Ms. Dovecote's fate between us. I don't think her mother would be happy to learn how she caught this sudden flu. Now run along. You have an arena to promote and it's time for my milk and crackers.