“Mega-Jet.”
“No.”
“Mega-Thruster.”
“Nothing with ‘mega’ in it.”
“Seriously?” Jake Clawson popped his head out of the jet engine he was rebuilding to give his best friend a disbelieving frown.
“I’m serious,” Chance Furlong returned, lifting his welding mask to eye the cuts he’d made along a length of steel. “Every third thing in the city is a mega-something. We wanna be original.”
“Mmm.” Jake looked thoughtful. “Thruster, turbofan…”
“TurboKat!” both announced at once.
Then, they paused, eyeing one another.
“Too simple?” Jake asked.
“Nope, perfect,” said Chance.
“Or the first thing I’ve suggested without ‘mega’ in it.”
Chance grinned.
At least he didn’t die in a tragic and spectacular fashion. Like by slipping on a banana peel. Then Ms. Sue would have to comfort Razor everytime they walked through the produce aisle. (for chapter 3)