Uh-huh, sure thing kid. John leans in conspiratorially, If you think this place is good wait til you see where we go for dessert.
**Three hours later**
After an extremely eventful evening you find yourselves once again left to your own devices.
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Whoa there, Captain Planet. We are inside of a R-E-S-T-A-U-R-A-N-T. Use you inside voice ok? Embarassed, Silver sits back down and finishes his dessert.
@Timeline: You talk big i'll give you that. But even if you were the living embodiment of teleportation technology, you would need an immense power source to simply run the device let alone transfer your power into it. He gets a sly look on his face. I suppose of course you've accounted for the quark fluctuations in your string field harmonics?
A couple of weeks, ha! I've been at it for 3 years now and still haven't perfected it. And I'm not talking about those piddly transporters that create a new copy on the other end then destroy the original mind you. We're talking about proving the theory that the universe is actually only one particle traveling at infinite speed forward and backwards through time. Thus teleporting can happen over any distance, even time itself, if one simply knew n what order the particle happened in. You of course must mean one of those "faxing" type transporters?
Eh, it was nothing just tweaked the quantum cancellation field to oscillate at a sub-harmonic frequency only bugs can see. Or bug men. He takes a large sip from his cocktail. I for one am very interested in that teleporting device of yours. You seem able to get around the Hencke-Trisk theoretical flux barrier. He begins to poke at your wrist devices.
As Battalion walks through the portal, his battlesuit begins to fold and compress itself revealing the man underneath. Tall and swarthy, John Johnson is the epitomy of fashion sense in his almost business appropriate casual wear. His battlesuit is nowhere to be seen. So Silver, you are paying for dinner this time right? After all we are using my reserved booth again. Hey don't give me that look. Last time we had a soiree like this you ended up throwing a Robot Zombie through their stain glass cathedral window. Do you know how much one of those costs? More than you make in a year. |