[i]He grabs it and shakes once, then retrieves his crate, pulling out a strange gun seemingly giving off orange light.[/i] "[b]Id out this will be our last trade, Mr. Wilson. I look forward to the next.[/b]" [i]He points the gun at the crate and a whirring sound erupts from it, the box,p being lifted into the air, seemingly losing any effect gravity had on it. He walks away, the box bobbing up and down before him.[/i] [b][i][u]End.[/u][/i][/b]