What the hell kind of question is that, man? Lalo's brow furrows like he's trying to make sense of it.
But it seems like a game of some kind, so — okay! Far be it for Lalo not to go along with a game.
Still leaned forward, Lalo rubs his chin and his mustache thoughtfully. Deciding.
Then he sits back in his chair and slams down on the table with one hand. "Aha! Alright! Got it!" He sounds entirely too happy about whatever he's come up with.
"First, I'd use it to send anyone who double crosses me back to dinosaur times." Lalo sounds positively gleeful about this part. He trusts his lawyer will see the brilliance.
"Then, I could charge anything I wanted for people to use it. My machine, my rules. I'd make billions. Maybe I'd charge a billion a go. And if anyone didn't pay up — "
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But it seems like a game of some kind, so — okay! Far be it for Lalo not to go along with a game.
Still leaned forward, Lalo rubs his chin and his mustache thoughtfully. Deciding.
Then he sits back in his chair and slams down on the table with one hand. "Aha! Alright! Got it!" He sounds entirely too happy about whatever he's come up with.
"First, I'd use it to send anyone who double crosses me back to dinosaur times." Lalo sounds positively gleeful about this part. He trusts his lawyer will see the brilliance.
"Then, I could charge anything I wanted for people to use it. My machine, my rules. I'd make billions. Maybe I'd charge a billion a go. And if anyone didn't pay up — "
He grins.
"Dinosaur times again!"