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"Hey... while we're waiting for Steve to get back, maybe we can come up with something he'll like."
"Something Steve'll like? You haven't been at Right Brane long, have you, Bob?"
"Uh... just a couple months..."
"Well, don't try to figure out what Steve likes. He's insane. One minute, he's making a big deal about the poetic irony of Farscape... the next, he wants to lobotomize texting drivers!"
"Word, Bob. Once I saw him get so mad at a Starbucks employee, that he paid for the drink, left the store, and poured it out on the sidewalk in front of the door, making sure the other guy could see him. And left... didn't ask for his money back or anything."
"If it weren't for his ability to put more than three sentences together, we would've let him go years ago."
"Uh... how would that work, exactly?"
"Never mind, I'll explain it later. Now. Maybe we can sell him on... oh... another colony. You know, someone who figured out how to build the Silver drive in the Victorian Age."
"All steam-punky, huh?"
"Isn't it the Verdant drive?"
"Hey! Didn't Verdant Skies make all these references to some sci-fi show everyone was looking down on?"
"Yeah, uh... 'Brane-Boy'!"
"You're not suggesting they meet Brane-Boy out there, are you?"
"No, no! But instead of a Verdant sequel, we do a series of Brane-Boy stories!"
"Now you want us to invent Brane-Boy?"
"Well, he's in the first book--"
"He's only mentioned! We didn't give any details at all... we'd have to create it from scratch!"
"Well?"
"Well, there's no time! If we don't get started on this project soon, it won't get done until late fall."
"Right: No Brane-Boy. Maybe some other time."
"Well... what else?"
"Hey: Supposed there's this old loner scientist on Verdant who builds these two androids... one's good, and one's so bad, they have to dismantle him..."
"Bob!..."
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