The Scientist spread his long arms wide, as if queuing for someone to pull the curtains and reveal his creation.
'You see?' He said along with a crooked smile. 'You don't have to do this, my creation will cure that, we, the human race will be impeccable compared to all other races. You see-'
'Give them back!' The cop steadied his gun taking aimed nervously, Steve placed a hand reassuringly on his shoulder to calm him down. 'You're not alone.' He said,
'It's- It's-' He started.
'It's just what?'
'It's just, that, the scared cops always get killed first in the movies.'
Steve wore a puzzled expression. 'Bah, they're the movies.'
The cop grinned.
'Oh yea,' Steve said. 'Didn't I remember saying this place goes, boom in three, two, one.'
'Showtime.'