Scampi: Did you know this, Peter? Apparently there’s no such thing as a grain.
Peter: Oh?
Scampi: Yeah. According to Doctor something.
Peter: If there’s no such thing as a grain, how can you have multigrain bread?
Scampi: Well, how can you have multitheistic approaches if there’s no God?
Peter: Or, uh, a multi-unicorn stable, for that matter.
Scampi: Yes!
Peter: You know what’s even better?
Scampi: No, what?
Peter: Solar flares.
Scampi: Sure I knew that. I’ve always liked those.
Peter: In the 1800s
[Scampi: On September 2nd, 1859, to be exact.
Peter: How did you know that?
Scampi: Research.
Peter: Oh.]
Peter: there was a crazy instance of solar flares. Such a thing hasn’t happened since.
Scampi: No way.
Peter: Telegraph offices caught on fire.
Scampi: And compasses all over the world went crazy.
Peter: Really?
Scampi: Yup. ‘Cause of magnets and stuff.
Peter: Imagine if this were to happen today. With all our computers and technologies.
Scampi: The sky went fire engine red, in a pre-fire-engine time. What do you think people compared it to?
Peter: Blood.
SCAMPI SHUDDERS.
Peter: Blood is nothing to shudder at. It is composed of –
Scampi: Oh, I know this one! Alphabets!
Peter: What?
Scampi: Don’t get so scrumptiously befuddled. Everyone knows that blood is made of alphabets. Standoffish ‘O’s and triumphant ‘A’s. And so forth.
Peter: Well, I suppose that’s one perspective.
Scampi: I like to think that it’s several. Contrary to your supposition but no offense intended.
Peter: Science is nothing to scoff at.
Scampi: I never scoff at science. I dance with it ‘til morning.
Peter: The solar flares mark the skies up with incandescent aurora. Did you know that?
Scampi: Or alphabet-pumping firehoses, as the case may be. Either way, magnetic north goes on vacation.
Peter: Yes. We all need one of those.
Scampi: We’re getting there, Peter. Just you wait.
