"GYAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Javier roared with both arms raised triumphantly. His voice echoed through the entire warehouse.
"This!!! This is the power of MAGIC!!" he shouted, spinning on one heel. "From jungle fruit to powder, nectar, and fertilizer!! No drying! No roasting! No shelling! No fermentation!"
He jabbed a finger toward the still-whirring machine.
"I! AM! GEEEENIUUUSSS!!!"
Everyone stood frozen.
Liana quietly covered her face.
Gloria exhaled slowly, adjusted her glasses, and murmured, "Here we go again…"
A beat of silence.
Then the farmers slowly started to clap.
Hesitantly. Awkwardly. As if unsure whether they were praising a miracle of agriculture… or witnessing their young master completely lose his mind.
Javier didn't care.
