
No, it's not a prop from Day of the Triffids, but rather, Brussel Sprouts before they're harvested. I had no idea.
Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.