Coming from my roommate: (understanding of some sarcasm required)

"Yeah ...
I'll try those weird fruit trees ... in about 10 years ... when everyone has died from their genetically enhanced tree poisons ... and they've taken control of all the cities and agriculture ... I 'll eat em alright ... I'll eat em as the light slowly fades from a hellishly grotesque mudball of a world, devoid of all life save the cutesy, ever-so-convenient fruit-salad trees ...

George

PS Bad idea. (Remember, this is coming from a bio major)"