"Prepare to be amazed!" Simon said, almost jumping off the walls.
Lewis, Duncan, Sips, Sjin, Rythian, Nilesy, Jordan and Martyn stood arou the excited dwarf.
An unimpressed grimace was plastered upon Duncan's face as he studied to series of machines before them.
"What is this mess, Simon?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.
"This, friends, is the Honeydew Patent Cloning Machine!" Simon annonuced proudly.
Silence all around. The first snigger was from Sjin, then Sips. Then everyone. Rumbles of laughter echoed around the room, quiet snickers barely audiable.
The only one not even smiling was Simon. Anger was beginning to bubble up inside of him as his friends laughed harder.
"It's not funny!" he yelled, a tremendous sound above the other men.
Everything went as quiet as it had been in the beginning. No one so much as breathed.
"It does work and I can prove it!"
"How, Simon, how?" Sjin asked, a slight smirk still twitching at his lips.
"Well, everyone put a hair sample in one of the trays and put your name on the bit of paper next to it."
Everyone did so, and then stood before Simon again.
He went to work placing the hair samples in each machine and typing the corrent name into the corresponding panel.
With the flick of a switch, the lights flickered lazily on and the machines gurgled into life. Visible cogs whirred grogily and dim flash appeared through the empty space nearby.
When Simon turned to the others, he registered all the unimpressed looks gazing at him.
"It might take a while. Not sure how long, though."
"Look. I'm a busy man, Simon. Gimme a shout when it's done," Sips said, taping his foot impatiently.
With that, Sips left, swiftly followed by Sjin, who gave Simon a shrug as he got to the door.
Everyone else sat down to wait, most expecting to wait a few mintues, others thinking hours.
By the time Simon looked up again, only Lewis, Duncan, Jordan and Martyn remained.
Lewis looked half asleep, his sword slipping slowly from his fingers/ Duncan was studying his goggles, turning them over in his hands, wiping no existant smears off them. Jordan was just starting to yawn. He twisted his neck to the side with a crack and looked at the floor, hands clasped. Martyn sat nodding his head and tapping his foot to phantom music. He too looked about ready to go to bed. His eye lids were starting to droop and he was struggling to sit up anymore.
Simon cheaked his clock. Midnight. He looked at the machines as they buzzed gently, finally settling into a steady rhythme.
Jordan shook his head.
"I tried to stay, Simon, but I have to go to bed. I'll see you all in the morning, I guess."
He lifted himself to his feet, wobbling slightly with fatigue. He grabbed his sword and pulled the door open.. The zombie outside posed no problem for the sleepy man. A quick bash on the head with the hilt and Jordan carried on.
"Then there were three..." Duncan muttered, not looking up from his goggles.