“So are you ready for my million dollar idea?” Sam asked while pushing a cart.
“Shoot,” Ted replied sticking a shovel into reddish brown dirt.
“We open a restaurant that only serves weird regional sandwiches.”
“There aren’t any weird sandwiches in this region.”
“No I mean, like, from every region! Buffalo beef on weck, Chicago Italian Beef, Philly cheese steak, Boston lobster rolls, the weird Pittsburgh sandwiches with the cole slaw on them, all of those!”
“That’s great, Sam, but let’s work on farming this oxygen first.”
“Yeah,” Sam replied, as he watched the sun rise on the Martian horizon.