The Food of the Gods

Morgan:
[narrating] My name is Morgan and I play football. We'd worked our butts off tryin' to get it together for the big Sunday game, so the coach told us to knock it off and relax for a few days. One of my teammates, Davis, came up with the idea that we head out to the island. He went ahead to make the arrangements. I talked our PR man Brian into coming along. I felt the day off would do him some good, too. It'll be great to be in the country again and enjoy some of the open spaces Man hasn't screwed up with his technology. My father used to say, "Morgan, one of these days the Earth will get even with Man for messing her up with his garbage. Just let Man continue to pollute the Earth the way he is and nature will rebel. It's gonna be one hell of a rebellion." 'Course, I never took 'im seriously, but I still remember the way he looked at me when he said, "You'll never know when and where it's gonna happen. And once it starts, you'll never know how and when it'll stop." It's funny how my father's prediction comes to mind when I go to the country, like today.

Morgan:
When I swear out charges with the district attorney, I'll know who to name.

Jack Bensington:
What the hell are you talkin' about?

Morgan:
Second-degree murder, I guess that's what they'll call it. My friend was killed by your wasps yesterday afternoon.

Jack Bensington:
They're not my wasps!

Morgan:
Well if you own the stuff that made them grow, I guess you're liable for whatever they do.

Mrs. Skinner:
Until Mr. Skinner comes home and says he wants you to have our food, Mr. Bensington, nobody owns nothin' but us. The good Lord give it to us to do as we please.

Morgan:
[to Bensington] Well, it would appear that you just move back three spaces and lose a turn.

Jack Bensington:
You know about the food the Skinners have up here?

Morgan:
Yeah, a little.

Jack Bensington:
Well, I can tell you right now if you're entertaining any intention of becoming involved, you're too late. My company controls all rights.

Morgan:
Well then maybe it's not Mr. Skinner I want to see after all, is it?

Mr. Skinner:
Anything happen today, sir?

Ferry Attendant:
Happen?

Mr. Skinner:
Like unusual.

Ferry Attendant:
Well, a man was killed stag hunting on one of the islands. Fell off his horse. You mean unusual like that?

Mr. Skinner:
Not exactly.

Ferry Attendant:
I saw the body. His two friends brought him across. All swollen and ugly. You know what I mean?

Mr. Skinner:
I don't suppose his friends said anything about... seeing some big things? Did they? Anything of that sort, sir?

Lorna Scott:
You don't care about anybody but yourself, do you?

Jack Bensington:
Is that what you think of me?

Lorna Scott:
I think you're the most selfish man I know.

Jack Bensington:
So why do you work for me?

Lorna Scott:
Because jobs for female bacteriologists are just not that easy to find, Jack.

Jack Bensington:
So who told you to be one?

Lorna Scott:
You're a bastard, did you know that?

Jack Bensington:
Matter of fact, I do. [laughs]

Jack Bensington:
[pointing at bubbling fluid from ground] That's what your husband brought us out here for?

Mrs. Skinner:
Just like Mr. Skinner found 'er. Just like that one day. At first he thought it was oil and it was going to make us rich.

Jack Bensington:
Come on, Lorna.

Lorna Scott:
No, wait a minute, Jack, wait a minute. Look at this. I've never seen anything like it. Mrs. Skinner, how did your husband happen to feed it to the chickens?

Mrs. Skinner:
Well, when we found out it weren't no oil, there was nothing to do about it, so we fed it to the chicks.

Lorna Scott:
Right out of the ground like that?

Mrs. Skinner:
No, miss. Nothing'll eat it unless we mix it with chicken feed.

Lorna Scott:
And did all the chickens grow?

Mrs. Skinner:
Only the baby chicks. Nothing seemed to affect the grown ones. Nothing at all.

Lorna Scott:
Nothing happens to the full-grown chickens, is that right?

Mrs. Skinner:
Well, they didn't grow none, if that's what you mean. But I didn't say nothing happened to 'em.

Lorna Scott:
Well, what did happen?

Mrs. Skinner:
They got et... by the real big ones.

Jack Bensington:
Come on, Lorna.