[ WP ] You run a highly successful antique shop , with items nobody can find anywhere else . Your customers do n't know that you have a time machine . One day , you accidentally grab something a little bit too valuable ...

`` That's the best replica I have ever seen! Barb, come over here and have a look at that!'' 
 
 `` I do n't know Bob, is that something from the war?'' 
 
 Bob rolled his eyes and looked around for the shopkeeper. Spying her in the corner, he waved her over. `` Miss, how did you get this in here? It's a bit big and does n't really fit the rest of the items in here.'' 
 
 The red-haired shopkeeper semi-nervously straightened her clothes and hair, smelling a possible sale. 
 
 `` Oh that, just something I picked up in my travels,'' she replied. 
 
 `` Your travels? I mean, it's a perfect replica. My father worked on that project during the war,'' Bob replied. 
 
 `` No, no, no... It's entirely real. One of a kind!'' the shopkeeper said brightly. 
 
 Bob stared at her, trying to determine if she was as stupid as her words implied. 
 
 `` Ma'am, what you're telling me is that this is real and the original item?'' Bob asked slowly. 
 
 The shopkeeper's smile faltered and she replied, `` Ummm, well, yes. That's what I do.'' 
 
 Bob sighed and called to his wife, `` Barb, let's go. She's selling fakes. Let's find another antique shop.'' 
 
 Flummoxed, the shopkeeper stammered, `` What do you mean? All of my items are 100 % genuine!'' 
 
 Bob turned from the door, `` Ma'am, Fat Boy was dropped on Nagasaki. There's no way'' and he walked out.
