"Come in and seal your fate…" The Gypsy said as they slowly walked in.
The two sat down on the chairs that were there. The Gypsy inhaled and then spoke again.
"I assume you have the five dollars…" She said putting her hand out for the money.
Dr. Jack placed the five dollar bill in her hand and she took it. She put it in her purse and started to inhale again.
"My name is Shirley. What have you come for?"
"For our future…" Dr. Jack answered a little scared.
"What would you like to see?" She asked in a booming voice.
"Am I going to make a machine that gets one of us pregnant?" Dr. Jack asked as he motioned to Mr. Jones and himself.
"W-what?" She was caught off by the absurdness of his question.
"And who are you?" Mr. Jones asked Shirley.
"I just told you who I…"
"I don't know, Mr. Jones!" Dr. Jack exclaimed. "Maybe she's the key to our pregnancy machine! I say, young man, are you mechanically inclined?"
"Let's just ask a different question…" Shirley said waving her hand in the air. She inhaled again.
"What would you like to know?" She asked again.
"Are we going to be the owners of the Gravel Pits?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Good question…" Dr. Jack said, impressed.
"I see a fight over those worthless Gravel Pits…"
"Worthless Gravel Pits?" Dr. Jack asked in anger. "Whoever owns those pits would be a god! What do you think powers the world's steam engines?"
"Coal…" Shirley said in a dead-pan voice.
"No, grav…"
"No, really, it's coal. Or it was. Engines run on gasoline now." She said, upset that she was stuck with these two idiots.
"Graveline, eh?" Dr. Jack asked. "Well, it's all gravel in the end."
"Gasoline…" Shirley said still upset. "And no. It's not. It's truly, truly not…"
"Feh! And where will your world be without this fancy 'Liquid Gravel'? We simply need a machine that turns gravel into coal…"
"And that coal will power out pregnancy machine!" Mr. Jones exclaimed.
"Now stop!" Shirley shouted.