Weight in low volume was what was needed to justify leasing a wormhole tapping a planet so far from the core.
“Who’s the Babe?” Harry was notorious, better known for striking out than scoring.
“Oh, that’s Alice.” The bartender smiled. “You might finally get lucky tonight. She leaves with a new guy every night.”
Back at Alice’s place, Alice pulled out some handcuffs.
Harry grinned and thought, “Oh yeah, tonight’s the night.”
Alice switched on the conversion gun. Lights on the barrel blinked as it warmed up. Strapped in and wetting himself, Harry asked, “Why?”
“It is hard to explain Harry. Let us just say our gain is your loss.”
Flash challenge from Micro Bookends - 110 words
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