EVERTON MORTEUS BALMER:

Heehee!! We're rich! I'M RICH!!!

MS. HYDE:

Ain't we sposda destructify it, boss?

MR. METHANYLL:

Hey, yeah! Youse saids it was a threats to this here whole operations we's gots goins.

NAMELESS TECH:

Errr...sir?

EVERTON MORTEUS BALMER:

Of course it is, you nitwits! But it's just as big a threat to our business rivals at The Hospital!

MS. HYDE:

Uhhhh, we ain't bidness rivals wit da hospital, boss...

NAMELESS TECH:

...Sir, I think-

EVERTON MORTEUS BALMER:

Oh, NO? Then whoever keeps hea...hea...*hhhh-h-h-h-hhhHEALINGGGpftptptpt* perfectly good biovessels?!

Can you even imagine the ridiculous look on Phage's stupid, sexy face when diseases can't properly terminate?! When an unsalvageable patient can't even be euthanized?! EVERYTHING needs the force of death. Healers as much as embalmers...and nobody's going to check into a malfunctioning medical zone when they may as well just dump their failing vessels on us for a quick cut of the profits! HA!

Oh, what if they just have to purge their whole zone!? Marvelous! HORRIFICALLY MARVELOUS!!!

TRICHIA:

Yer as nuts as you are bolts, boss, but it sure does pay off.

What about the green thing, though?

NAMELESS TECH:

Sir, PLEASE, I thi-

EVERTON MORTEUS BALMER:

Mmmm, not as profitable, but I'm sure some egghead out there would love to cut it up and find out how a grey-zoner initiated post-developmental branchination. Maybe the Recombinators can farm it for sausage scraps and the Effluvious Conglomeration can patch their silly moonsponge with what's left of its core! Now THAT'S a lark!!

NAMELESS TECH:

HEY, GENIUS

EVERTON MORTEUS BALMER:

*GASP!* THAT'S ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERTON!!!!!

NAMELESS TECH:

*sigh*...

I think you'll want to take a look at these readings, sir.

EVERTON MORTEUS BALMER:

NITWIT! I'M the boss, I'LL take a look at the readings!

NAMELESS TECH:

Gosh, I should have thought of that myself. Guess I messed up.

EVERTON MORTEUS BALMER:

AS USUAL. Now, step aside!