NARRATOR: Chemistry before "roughing it..."
EBBY: We are not going to be eating this.
MURTAUGH: What if we cook it really well?
EBBY: That will make things immeasurably worse, depending on how you like your aluminum.
EBBY: This monster is full of metals ranging from indigestible to toxic, and in off-the-chart concentrations.
The bones are almost 70% metallic glasses, and the musculature is riddled with strands of the stuff.
EBBY: If you wanted to build a monster that could grow to be the size of a city block, this is definitely the chemistry to use.
MURTAUGH: I don't think I'd make it violently allergic to its own digestive juices.
EBBY: Good point. We're looking at the inedible result of what happens when intelligent design is peppered with random idiocy.
MURTAUGH: Mad science?
EBBY: Hah! Unsupervised for ten thousand lifetimes in a lab the size of a planet.
MURTAUGH: Maybe that's exactly what we're looking at... artificial organisms that have been running amok for millions of years.
EBBY: Oh, yeah. And we've got an example of that right here. It's what Sergeant Schlock is.
SCHLOCK: I have not been running amok.
SCHLOCK: Okay, but not for that long.