KiwiBro
Mill 'em, nails be damned.
Can we weave into this screenplay a tortured tale of illicit extra-cultural lurve, say, a pretty but abrasive 660 lusting after a manly 390 but a jilted and slightly psychotic 084, whose love of said 660 goes unrequited, spikes the 390's gas with a lethal dose of ethanol? The jury finds the 084 guilty and the judge sentences it to a lifetime (no parole) on a saw polishers shelf, and the last scene can be the 660 dies giving birth to a solo 637, some sort of genetic throwback sired by the 390.