FM: Oh my! And soul?

MW: Yes, soul too! Why not!

FM: How did this idea come to you?

MW: You're not the first person to ask me that, and you probably won't be the last. But who can explain the workings of genius?

FM: Who indeed!

MW: Suffice it to say that it's one of those visions which requires a grand leap of faith, but which, once conceived of, occupies an integral part in the order of things.

FM: Like the theory of relativity.

MW: Quite right.

FM: So how far have you gotten in the planning process?

MW: Dear man, at this point the planning process is far, far behind me--you might even say extinct. All it took was for me to get the ball rolling, and the project immediately acquired a life of its own.

FM: Really!

MW: Absolutely. What just a few months ago was the seed of an idea in the fertile soil of my mind has since grown into a mammoth, bloodthirsty beast with an insatiable appetite that devours others of its own species! Ho ho ho!

FM: Dear me!

MW: Understand me, my friend. The mission of art is not to make you comfortable. It is to chill you blood, thrill your soul and cause you to run, run, run, all the while shrieking in terror!

FM: Do you really think so?