Hannibal Lecter and Ridley Scott are stuck in Underground Bunker in a False Alarm and forced to have a deep conversation.

1. Hannibal: The flickering fluorescent lights mimic the human soul, Ridley; both reveal more shadows than substance, wouldn't you agree?

2. Ridley: Shadows are just potential, Hannibal. A canvas waiting for the right light, the perfect alien to spring from the darkness.

3. Hannibal: Ah, but potential unrealized is a far more bitter vintage than a properly aged Chianti, wouldn't you say? A waste of exquisite ingredients.

4. Ridley: Waste is a human concept. Nature repurposes, evolves. Look at the Facehugger, pure efficient design.

5. Hannibal: Efficiency without artistry is merely… butchery. A blunt instrument where a scalpel is required for true understanding.

6. Ridley: Understanding is overrated. Visual impact, visceral reaction, that's what resonates with the primal core.

7. Hannibal: And yet, even the most savage beast possesses a certain elegance in its consumption. A ritual, if you will.

8. Ridley: Rituals are just pre-programmed responses. I'm more interested in the glitches, the moments of unexpected behavior.

9. Hannibal: Perhaps, Ridley, the greatest glitch is the capacity for empathy, a weakness I find fascinating to dissect.

10. Ridley: Empathy? A flaw in the code. Now, tell me, Hannibal, what makes a man choose to paint a screaming face on an egg? *That's* a story.