Mick bit his lip, breaking the skin so that he could taste the coppery vein of blood underneath.
“Bollocks.” he said.
The Chief sighed and shook his head.
“It’s the real deal, Mick. Uses advanced quantum tech from the Russians to fold time-space. Shit gets blended before it even starts. Swear on my mother’s grave”
“Your Mom’s still alive, Chief.”
The Chief chuckled and started to tap a strange rhythm on the window.
“Mimi, would you be dear heart and get some apple slices from the fridge over there? They’re in the crisper.”
Mimi obeyed and brought them over to The Chief’s desk, setting them down nervously.
The Chief walked over to the panel and extracted the tiny blending device. He set it down next to the fruit.
“Try it yourself, kids. Mouth watering applesauce in the blink of an eye.”
Mick scowled at the Chief. This was ludicrous. It was too early for this. His former mentor had just crossed the threshold from Redonkulous to ReDonkeyKong.
He unscrewed the top of the Bullet and began to plop the slices in slowly and deliberately. Mimi looked on with with a fierce intensity. The last slice went in and he closed the cap. Looking down at the blender, Mick had to admit, he was impressed with the chrome finish, the sleek, sexy, modern design, and it’s lightweight components. If nothing else, it would make a good piece of decorative furniture for the hip Generation Yer on the go.
“She is a beaut, isn’t she?” the Chief asked.
Mimi looked at the machine quizzically.
“No cords, no battery pack. What is this thing running on?” she asked.
“Cold Fusion.” the Chief said plainly.
Mick rolled his eyes.
“Just press the button, Mick. Your life will never be the same.”
Mick hovered his finger over the button while giving the chief the skunk eye. He gave it a small tap.
“Oh my god.” said Mimi.
Mick looked down, and the blender was indeed full of nutritious apple sauce that the whole family could enjoy. He wet his boxer briefs, just a little.
“How do you like them apples?” said the Chief.