“So COOL!” Sammy shouted as he ran about the town, seeing all the incredible weapons and contraptions being made.
“Does this one shoot lasers!?!” he asked one of the craftsmen currently polishing a large bazooka.
“Sorry kid, but dis beauty only shoots rockets.”
“Do you have anything that [i]does[/i] shoot lasers?”
“i don’t, but da boss might.”
“Boss?”
“yeah, ya see dat buildin’ dere,” the man pointed to a large tower in the back of the town. “Dat’s where da boss lives. you go dere and ask, you might get what you’re lookin for.”
“Sweet! Thanks bazooka guy!” Sammy ran off towards the tower, completely forgetting about Griff in the process.