“So, Andrew my friend,” Matt continued, “what kind of gas engine is this?”
Andrew continued to smile. “The kind that delivers around two hundred-thousand volts of electricity to the one holding it wrong if the switch is accidentally tripped.”
Matt froze during a mid-air swipe. A look of pure terror flashed across his face as he very gently replaced the device on the workbench and slowly moved away from the table. He looked around at the faces smiling at him. Julie and Susie tried hard to stifle their laughter. Matt cleared his throat.
“Well,” Matt’s voice was higher than he would have liked to hear it, “that was fun. Uh, what are you doing with something like that, anyway?”
“It makes a great conversation piece,” Andrew replied. Julie and Susie, no longer able to keep their laughter inside, sputtered out small chuckles at first, and then full-blown laughter.
Matt’s face turned a bright red at the embarrassment of being chided. “No, I’m serious,” he said, “why would you need something that generates that much voltage?”
Andrew placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It takes a great deal of electricity to create the type of plasma I need to interact with the drive infusion unit. I need to create plasma in order to run my plasmatic engine. That’s the type of gas I need.”
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