“Nine years and three lab explosions, Samantha.”
“Minor concerns, sweetheart. Think Nobel Prize.”
“I’m thinking sales, licensing agreements, product endorsements, Sam. We’ll make Elon, Jeff, and Bill look like paupers once this gets to market. Make the call.”
“Hello, Winston? Samantha and Cole. We’re ready to apply for the patent. Yes, photo and video proof. Not one drop of sweat, even after he umped a game that went into triple overtime.”
“Who imagined coffee grounds and non-recyclable plastic would make the perfect underarm antiperspirant deodorant? We did.”
“The name? U-Reeka NoMo.”