WIDE SHOT
Bond lies in f.g. on the table as Goldfinger starts walking up the steps to the control booth, his left hand in his pocket.

Bond
Do you expect me to talk?

GOLDFINGER
stops on the steps and looks down, both hands in his pockets.

Goldfinger
No, Mister Bond. I expect you to die!

Much like Goldfinger, Flashlight Peter has an interest in lasers. Ones that may or may not be attached to shark heads. Where there’s international banking and bullion smuggling substitute flashlight enthusiasts in the middle of the desert with some prototypes. Mind you, these are thousand dollar prototypes. There is something to be said for the Black Market de la Luz. One of the contests they perform is to see which flashlight would make for a better lightsaber by shooting the beam straight into the night sky. (You can insert in your own mental picture some mechanical breathing and whiny farmboy taunts.)

One of the people at The Gathering brought a high-powered laser, some gasoline, and some firewood.

Here’s the video of death.

Click on the photo to be awed.Here’s some more from Flashlight Peter:

Specs? The laser was made by one of the local CPF’ers. It is a 100mw red with a focusable beam and powered by a single AA cell. The gunpowder was ordinary type use in reloading of ammunition. He poured a pretty good pile of it. To light the gunpowder, he had to hold the beam steady on the same spot about 25 seconds. We poured some chain-saw fuel (2-cycle mix of unleaded gasoline and oil) around the gunpowder but not on it (the powder must be kept dry). There was wood stacked around the powder. Leaning up next to the wood was an artificial firelog, which caught fire and kept the fire going long enough to burn the rest of the wood. The fire was quite nice and we kept it running for 4-5 hours. We sat around it and talked.

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