MOTHER EARTH. What's this absurd young man doing, sitting behind that ugly wall? Why don't he sit under a tree if he must sit?
FATHER SUN. Oh, he's a lunatic! Must be.
(RANDOM BULLET jumps over the sandbags into the dug-out, and jibbers impotently at CECIL, who glances up at him with a look of disgust.)
RANDOM BULLET. Ping! Ping. It's me he's afraid of. He daren't stir a yard from this wall, or I'd tear his brains out. Ping! Ping!
MOTHER EARTH. Who are you, Monster?
RANDOM BULLET. I'm Random Bullet. I am a monster, I am! Ping!
MOTHER EARTH. Who sent you, anyway?
RANDOM BULLET. Why, the idiots behind the other wall, over there! Sometimes I jump at them, and sometimes I jump over here. I don't care which way it is; but I like tearing their brains out, I do. I don't care which lot it is.
MOTHER EARTH. What madness!
FATHER SUN (indignantly). On my day too!