Zim stood at the front of the room, the Board of Directors for Southern California Edison sitting at the long table.
Zim gave a big false smile and said, "Greetings, filthy stink creatures. Useless Earth pleasantries past, I have a proposal. What would you say if I told you I had a formula that could make you all rich?"
"We're already rich. Why else would we charge so much for electricity?"
"Ooookay, ummm I can make you richer!"
The directors all whispered for a moment before the head (of the board), a man named George, said, "Can you give us a demonstration?"
"Of course." Zim pulled out a communicator and spoke into it. "Gir, bring in the demonstration."
"Yes master!"
Gir walked in pushing a big wall of light bulbs. Zim noticed that Girs' eyes were replaced with bulbs and that his eyes were where the lights had been. Zim suppressed his rage and returned the offending objects to their proper places.
"He is your demonstration." He put a jar full of green goo on the table and took off the top. He stuck the plug for the lights in the goo and the light bulbs turned on. The directors cried out at the searing light. Zim removed the plug and the light died.
"Do you dare doubt my power now?!?"
George folded his hands in front of him. "What is your proposal."
Zim smiled. "You give me all your stock. I promise that if you give me ownership of the company I will give you back several times the value of your percentage of the company with significant interest."
George though for a moment. "Alright, but I get to own half of the company with you. That way the Feds can't bust us for breaking any of their stupid laws. So, do we use this goo in the generators or something?"
"That is but one of it's many possible uses."
