[ the communicator turns on as it is dropped on a pile of...well, a pile of everything, judging by the angle. There are magazines, file folders, and sticky-notes everywhere; Bruce's organizational methods are methods in name only. The communicator slides down the pile and comes to rest against a fish tank. There is a
sea sponge inside the water, looking at the communicator with four sets of eyes.
Protip: sponges aren't supposed to have eyes. Someone's been hitting the bottle and doing science!
Bruce's voice is in the background, low and even as he talks to someone ]
No, no, I know that it seems ridiculous. I realize that. But it does have some real-world applications. It is sentient! The sponge gained sentience.
Okay, yeah, that's great. Now it can be fully aware of how much it sucks to be a sponge. [A sigh.] Look, this is just a baaad idea. On a lot of levels. Especially the "you are drunk" level.
I am not drunk, I've---been drinking. Just a little. [ oh, yes he is. 10 AM on a Sunday, how you doing ] This is important, though.
Genetic manipulation for the purpose of recreating a cartoon is important. Right. Are we going to grab a duck to give it human vocal cords and a lisp next.
[ a long, long pause ] No. That would just be ridiculous.
Cripes, it's like dealing with a drunken five year old. Ooookay, Dr. Banner. Why don't we go focus on something else instead of creating spongy abominations? At least until you sober up.
...you're right. He needs a friend. I---how could I have been so stupid. Now that he's gained sentience, he will gain a sense of self and separation from his immediate surroundings and be lonely. I can't---can't have that. You...we need a squirrel.
...Are we going to make a tiny diving suit t-no No no no, I am not going down that road and I am definitely not going to Texas to get a squirrel.