"Give me two MarthaWashingtons, one Franklin, and a Roosevelt II," said Erik Nova to one of the fourteen workers. Quickly sprinting over to the large metallic contraption, the male employee typed in several items; and moments later, the machine hummed as tiny colorful and stretchy pieces exited out of the clustered pipes. Placing them neatly on individual celadon plates with slender utensils, he rushed them immediately over to his boss. "There you go, Sir. I hope you find them to your liken?" said the man as he slowly backed away, almost in a courteous bow, while still facing Erik and Desmond Stokes. Then, gently grabbing the shoulder of his initiate, Erik asked, "Do you know what these are?" Petrified to speak, Desmond nodded his head from left to right twice. "Oh, yes, I forgot: Young man, I grant you permission to speak; however, be aware of what you say and be mindful of what you say too." Calmly gathering his thoughts, Desmond replied," No, Mr. Nova, I do not know what they are. But, they look and share the same characteristics as that of a balloon." "You, don't say? Yes, you are on the right path, Stokes. These are called miracle balloons and they pack quite a punch despite their scrawny appearances and equal daintiness," continued Nova. Scratching his forehead for clarification, Desmond browsed at the rubbery-like contraptions and wondered what sort of miracle these things could perform?