“You don’t seem to understand the simplicity of the device, so give me a few careless moments and I’ll search my mind for words you’ll easily understand.” Harley says with a quivering smile coating the outside curls of his lips. “The apparatus is attached to a mirror system set up to not only reflect what you can see on the outside, but one that after several repetitive reflective surfaces can create a mosaic reflection of what the inner self reflects,” he says as the faint smile turns into a broad grin, a grin that only continues to grow as each word exits his mouth hole.

“A repetitive reflective reflection that reflects a composite construction built from said mirrored sheets seems a little impossible to fathom, in fact the simplification of the description has made it even more so. Do you have some type of working model that you could show me, so I can at least see the possibility of something like what you have described existing?”

He stares at him in silence for some many long moments as the smile fades from his lips. “I-I-It,” he stammers before swallowing a dry mouthful of air that feels like a box of razor blades while he gestures with shaking hands to the air before him. “I-It, it’s a-a-a group o-of mirrors, t-that r-reflect off e-each o-other.”

“I get the image BOY! What I want to see is a constructed version that works! You’ve built a FUCKING model, haven’t you? You’ve done this so you can prove this idea of yours isn’t just some nutting in the wind theory and that it can actually work, right?”

“W-W-When you s-say a working m-model, d-do you m-mean o-on paper, o-or out of actually m-mirrors?”

“SHIT BOY! I MEAN A GOD DAMN WORKING FUCKING MODEL BUILT OUT OF MIRRORS!”

“O-O-Oh.” Harley exclaims softly as he looks to the ground.

“HEAVENS ABOVE! You GOD DAMN haven’t even built a FUCKING model, have you BOY?”

He shakes his head nervously while continuing to stare at the ground silently.

“FUCK! So you’re telling me you came here, asking for money, FROM ME, to fund the building of a test model?”

He nods his head quickly.

“FUCK BOY! So this BULLSHIT you’ve been spouting to me for the last THREE FUCKING HOURS is just theory? There ain’t no bona fide contraptions that can successfully prove all the BULLSHIT you’ve just fed me?” he spits.

“N-N-No,” he stammers softly while he still stares at the floor beneath his feet.

“SPEAK THE FUCK UP BOY! AND FACE ME WHEN YOUR TALKING!” he bellows.

“S-S-Sorry,” he says as he looks up into his eyes. “N-N-No, t-there isn’t anything l-like I’ve d-described. I-It’s all u-up here,” he says as he taps his head with his index finger.

“Good!” he says with a broad grin upon his face as he gently rolls his head from left to right, and Harley is tackled to the ground by a group of burley security officers.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING! W-W-WHAT’S GOING ON!” he screams.

“I’m going to do what you have asked of me, I’m going to make your theories into fact.” he says with a wicked grin, “And because I can tell you can’t read a room all that well, I’ll point out to you that the emphasis was on the ME building your device, not YOU”

“Y-Y-Y-YOU C-CAN’T T-T-TAKE IT, I-I-IT’S M-M-MINE! I-I-I, I WON’T T-TELL YOU T-THE SEQUENCE! I-I-I WON’T!”

His smile broadens, “You don’t need to tell me, for I already have a device that will do that for me,” he says as the doors behind him open, and a convoluted device littered with flashing lights of an assortment of colours, hoses, wires, and a bevy of computer monitors rolls forward and into the room. “The only problem for you in all this, is that I can only fit your head in it,” he says as Harley’s head is lopped off from its shoulders before he has time to scream.

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