[ WP ] '' Thirty seven billion dollars of US government funding ... and you 're using it to make churros ? ''

`` Thirty seven billion dollars of US government funding... and you're using it to make churros?'' asked government representative Steven. 
 
 “ Once again the `` churros'' are merely a byproduct, ” explained Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry, can you explain it to me again, ” requested Steven. 
 
 Professor Drumkit was getting tired. He had explained it several times to the representative, and for some reason the man still did not get the picture. It was a test of the professor ’ s patience, and a trial of his intelligence, but he would try everything to get this man to understand. 
 
 What had pained the professor was the fact that his long reports of the many possibility of the device, seemed to have been ignored. It could end world hunger, solve the oil crisis, and provide a cheap source of energy. Furthermore the reports not only mentioned these many possibilities, but the cost effectiveness of any future possible projects. 
 
 And “ they ” sent a person in because of one line dealing with churros. 
 
 “ Image this our world is constructed with a large varieties of metaphysical laws that coincide with the regular boundaries of... ” explained Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ Let me stop you... I need it to be simpler, ” interrupted Steven. 
 
 “ Ok... Our world has laws that dictate what can or can not happen, and I have found a way to open a window to a world that the rules are different. ” explained Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ How different... ” asked Steven. 
 
 “ Instead of air they have churros... ” answered Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ And you lost me, ” muttered Steven. 
 
 “ Maybe if I show you the portal, ” suggested Professor Drumkit. 
 
 The professor pulled out a small sealed crate. After fumbling for a card in his jacket, he open the case revealing a small square of glass, with a piece of tape on one end. He then removed the tape, which allowed a churro to pass through the glass. After a moment another came out before the professor sealed it with a piece of tape. 
 
 “ See... ” remarked Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ It makes churros, ” said Steven. 
 
 “ No... our air is being displaced by a more corporeal material. Ok... If this portal had been connected to a world like ours then the only thing that would pass through to the other side would be an equal exchange of air, but since their air is more physical then we get substance that pushes on the force of air on our side resulting in a ” siphon ” of material... do you understand, ” explained Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ Then who makes the churros? ” asked Steven. 
 
 “ It could be no one... it could be a place where the nature ’ s laws are flexed, so that air is churros. The point is this thing, with the appropriate funding, can make an opening to another world with a different set of rules... a world with oil for air, maybe one with power. Basically a world with materials we can siphon and use, take a moment to... ” explained Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ About that, I have some news regarding your future funding... ” interrupted Steven. 
 
 “ Great. We will need to start with... ” said Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ You ’ re not getting any, and all assets of this project shall be destroyed, ” interrupted Steven. 
 
 “ Destroy the portal... after all of that money and work. Are you mad? The portal is connected quantumly to that plate of glass. Even a failed attempt in destruction can create a force feedback loop resulting in matter being forced through our world and into theirs, ” explained Professor Drumkit. 
 
 “ Technobabble aside I know that glass is fragile so... ” said interrupted Steven. 
 
 And so Steven threw the glass plate on the floor. 
 
 *** 
 
 
 Meanwhile at a Mexican food place in Canada. 
 
 “ There seems to be something wrong with our churro machine... ” asked assistant manager Donavan. 
 
 Donavan been recently hired on, and for some reason kept on bothering Kevin the manager with impossible situations. 
 
 “ What... the one in which churros mysteriously disappear? ” asked Kevin. 
 
 “ I can prove that....no it just suddenly it got filled with cement blocks, a table leg, and what looks like... ” Donavan trailed off. 
 
 “ Looks like what... ” asked Kevin. 
 
 “ A pair of feet, ” Continued Donavan. 

