Walter Livingston dug through his suitcase, searching for the device that will close this deal with Ein Quin
“It doesn’t sound like you’ve been bathing in the glow of our sole satellite.” He said with his head buried in the suitcase. “You don’t know what you’re missing, but I have just the device that can mimic its benefits.”
He pulled out what looked like a ray gun from a 1950s comic book.
“Lafayette’s Lunar Light! This bad boy shoots synthetic moonlight that will make you feel like a million bucks.”
Walter pointed it at Ein and pulled the trigger. The tip of the gun glowed bright white.
“No!” Ein said and slapped it out of Walter’s hand, sending it into the wall, shattering it.
“Okay, not the science fiction type.” Walter considered his next move for a moment, “I can tell you need something special.”
To be continued tomorrow.