The old man sat on the bench, waiting for his deal. His whole life had lead up to this, he couldn’t mess it up because of a some late kid. After thinking about leaving, the man came rushing with the case. He sat down next to the man on the bench.
“You have it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll give 50.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
The young man opened the case, and pulled out the chungus. The old man gave the kid 50 chungoids in exchange. Quickly, the kid hurried off into the night, never to talk to him again. The old man sat, looking at the chungus, wondering how his life got to this point. After a few minutes of thinking, he also got up and hurried away from the singular light that shined on the bench, as it slowly flickered off and succumbed to the darkness of the ever lasting nothingness that is the night.