Waffalyan Minister of Trade, Brock Senior sits busy at his desk, writing reports on the day’s trade when his secretary calls.
“Boss, there’s some Kiddians here for you.”
“Send em in.”
The door opens, and in walks a very angry Dr. Park, with Chief Engineer Montgomery in tow. Park looks as if he’s about to speak, but Senior beats him to it.
“Ah, welcome Kiddians! It’s about time you came for some trade.” He rubs his hands together. “What can I get you? I know I, for one have been dying for the official blueprints for the ghost corps armor.”
“Brock, you know that’s not for sale. That’s also not what I’m here for. I’d like to discuss your recent trading of the MVPL. You can’t just go stealing our tech!”
“Well, I’m sure you know that in the charter that created Waffalya, your government ceded one of the lasers to us. So what if we made more?”
“You can’t just go giving them away!”
“I didn’t. I sold them for some nice antimatter generators. They’re very nice, I’m sure I can offer you a great—“
“Don’t change the subject! Who did you sell them to?”
“A Dashikin.”
“Yes, I know that, but which one?! And call them, please. We need to sort this out.”
Senior sighs, then picks up the phone.
@Waggleton