Sal walked toward his front door, Johnathan's confident footsteps sounding behind him.
"Earwax candles are excellent," Johnathan said, "everyone's got earwax — there's no shortage of the thing."
Sal laughed as he turned to Johnathan. "How you're going to go about extracting this … earwax then?"
Johnathan stopped. "Cotton."
"Doesn't sound very sustainable to me," Sal said, "not when the sheep populations are endangered. Not to mention," he chuckled, "who's going to mould people's earwax into candles!"
Jonathan sucked his teeth. "I don't know … call a price and someone will. People do anything for gains."
"I know I'm not laying hands on earwax," Sal said.
"I would." Johnathan said, laughing eyes. "Fine … you got me—I won't. Some nasty buggers haven't cleaned their ears in their entire lifetime! But my point is …" he talked with his hands, "if we had more innovators like Doctor Von—"
