But we can't play god...or can we

[internal monologue]
a: We swore we'd never go down that road again, it's our rule!
b: But rules are meant to be broken.
a: Remember what happened last time... HE was created.
b: Ah really, he wasn't all that bad.
a: Wasn't All That Bad, WASN'T All THAT BAD! HE WAS A MONSTER.
b: Yes but you have have to admit he was rather cute.
a: In what twisted way was he cute!!!
b: well he did have a tail.
a: Huh, if you can call that thing a tail.
b: I think your being harsh on the little guy.
a: Oh really you think I'm being harsh on the little guy!?!
b: Yes.
a: Well you know what, go f%#& yourself!
b: That wasn't very nice.
a: And?
b: That's it.
a: Oh...
a: You sure there wasn't more.
b: Pretty sure.
a: Oh well then.

[*ambling whistle from mister b*]

a: So your a hundred percent sure there wasn't more.
b: More about what?
a: More about... you know...
b: I know what? What do I know, oh please tell me. I really wanna know what I know, I don't think I've ever known anything!
a: Oh shut up, it doesn't even matter any more.
b: Okay.

[A glimpse into the never ceasing squabble of misters 'b' and 'a' negative...]