Larry: Len, help out a pal?
Lenny: Sure, Lar, anything.
Larry: You know I can't see myself.
Lenny: Right, of course. None of us can.
Larry: So, I was thinking what a bummer it is, all of us looking like beefsteaks. All the predators keep snapping us up.
Lenny: Too true, too true. Leo, the other day.
Larry: Good guy, Leo.
Lenny: The best.
Larry: So, I was thinking, "Who eats dead leafs?"
Lenny: Go on.
Larry: Well, just sayin'. Wouldn't it be cool if we could just look like dead leafs?
Lenny: Cool is what that would be, Lar. But where's this going?
Larry: I says to myself, "Self - why not? Why not be your best dead leaf now?"
Larry: So this is where you come in.
Larry: Yeah. Watch me turn into a leaf, tell me when I get it right.
Larry: I need to get the shape just right, the color just right, and I want to have veiny things like on a leaf.
Larry: Then, after that, you have to help me find a fertile lady lizard who can do the same thing, and who knows how to pass on an acquired trait to our kids.
Larry: Okay, so... ready? Here we go. On "three." One, two...
Plus, at no extra charge, this irony: the lizard's name is the Satanic leaf-tailed gecko. Perhaps so named because of how ridiculous it makes materialistic naturalism look?