Rodrigue: Chimène, I just had an idea. A nonviolent one! I think you'll like it.
Pops: [recorded voice plays on Victrola] Dear visitor, if you're hearing this, it's because the situation is critical, so welcome to my metamansion. To steer the metamansion to the location of your choice, type your destination on the keyboard. For any other information, see the user's manual.
Pizoni: Why don't they have stairs on this tree, anyway?
Pops: Pizoni, close your eyes and let yourself slide down this splendid vine!
Chimène: [aerocopter's navigation system plays stored video] Dear scientists, welcome aboard. We are your new masters, Rodrigue and Chimène. You are being guided to a safe haven where your talents will be appreciated and put to good use, in pleasant surroundings far away from the follies of your government. All science is most valuable to us. Like your cruel species, we have learned that knowledge is power. Your science will help us achieve supreme power through technological superiority. The nature of your work will be explained later. If you have any illnesses or deformities, please let us know. Your diet will be strictly vegetarian. In case of airsickness, please use the vomit bags provided. We wish you a pleasant flight."
Pops: In case anything goes wrong, on my world globe, Uruguay! with a U for urgent!
Chimène: You see this rocket? It's covered with specimens of plants. It will explode in deep space, scattering billions of spores cultivated in this jungle. Once you've treated them with your serum, the spores will be able to survive the explosion and the interstellar vacuum. They'll spread to new planets where they'll flourish and multiply. Thanks to you, April, life will never end.
Julius: Hold on - you're going to blow up a huge bomb to *save* life? That's why you need all this science?