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"The same device you wished to construct in 1930 to destroy the moon?" Rustbucket inquired.
"Huh??!!" both Amelia and Rambo blurted out in shocked surprise.
"Come see for yourself!" Odell said, motioning them to follow through a doorway which led to Moon Cannon Control. They witnessed a flurry of activity at the base of the volcano city surrounding the rocket launching pad of a space ship. On the rocket's sides were scrawled in large letters "To the moon & Bust! For Elmo!"
The skull was connected to what appeared to be a radio transmitter marked "moon cannon control." Odell unfolded a set of blueprints for Rambo, Rustbucket and Amelia. Meanwhile the skull seemed to be chiming nervously, attached to the radio transmitter by a complicated system of wires.
"The Crystal Skull is a bio-crystaline computer!" Odell explained. "It is a type of energy gate! It can store information and transmit to a person like radio! The skull is being used to channel high energy bursts into my moon cannon...It will propel a projectile to the moon, causing total destruction of Earth's moon!
"The ancient Mayans used this crystal skull as a data storage device! They put their hands on the skull in a secret way to directly transmit their thoughts into the skull."
"Intriguing!" Rustbucket said. "Irving Abraham uses crystals in my data storage system as well. Electricity fed into quartz creates stress which results in vibrations at precise oscillations. This is the secret of radio broadcasting."
"In 48 hours, my system will be sufficiently charged to fire a projectile at the moon," Odell screamed. "Then the world will stop laughing at my genius! I have spoken!"
"Your technological achievements are marvelous, Mr. Odell," the mechanical man said. Rustbucket's logic circuits were having a tough time understanding Odell's motives. "But the people in your country enjoy no civil rights!"
"Do you see any crime in my city?" Odell asked. "In America, you vote for law and order while gangsters shoot each other in the streets! In Lotfalaya, all prosper as long as they agree with me! If not -- they are deported!"
"This is truly a paradise," Rambo gushed. "I'll do a special issue of TimeWeek devoted to Lotfalaya."
"Special issue? TimeWeek Magazine?" Odell asked, puzzled and upset.
"Uh oh, Rambo," Amelia said. "Now you've done it!"
Odell slammed down the plans to his moon rocket. "Journalists!" Odell yelled. "Yellow Journalists! How dare you trespass upon my forbidden city! Guards! Throw them into the alligator pits! I have spoken!"