Sephiroth: *glances back at the doorway, then shrugs and begins to wander from the house, examining some of the flowers in the garden. He folds his arms, eyeing off Genesis, grunting slightly as he tries to think of a way to make conversation* So did you still want to show me these silly retarded apples or not?
Hojo: *grits his teeth hard* That matter has already been discussed with the President, you stupid idiot. And he has decided not to breed from my subject at this current point in time. Furthermore, I am to spend no time or research into breeding him, at least not while there is a war on. It’s such a waste… *shakes his head* If I bred from him now, I could produce stronger results. But the President sees it as a huge waste of his time.