"It's Alright; I think I might have heard of it." Captain Harbolt said recalling his days working for DEA and channeling his best Detective E. Stabler.

"Is there any way I can get a free sample? I don't have any cash on me. If it's good, I can just go to an ATM and get some cash."

Sam laughed, "Ha, I haven't heard that word in years... Alright son, I like the look on ya, plus, that is a mighty handsome phone you got under your arm there... take a spell.”

Roy resumed his seat.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead Sam pushes in one of the levers. The hands stop shaking and start in the other direction.

"Here it comes..."

The hands pace quickened, the waves of handshakes blurs into a color pattern of green and yellow fields.
Sam starts to sound eager" Almost there...”

The blur intensifies and a hum can be heard emanating from within. If Harbolt had wished to kill himself in a most gruesome fashion he could just stick his head into the machine at this point. For at that very moment in the palms of a thousand handshakes 300 finely Bar-b-cued cows are being compacted into a glowing red gel capsule no bigger then a birth control pill.

Thankfully, Roy had not yet realized the danger he was in and therefore had no desire to end it all.

"GOT IT!" Sam said. With a sigh of contentment he pulled down on the right lever. The bellows contracted hard and once again a large cloud of black soot filled the air and vanished. The motion in front of him quickly slowed to a halt. The lowest green hand within the machine reached out and placed one 300cowx tablet in the small saucer.