The Apple

We have been at it for hours. Bernie says he won't rest until the apple in front of us, is elsewhere. The inconceivable task of teleporation. I watch him press the button for the millionth time and I watch as nothing happens. I tell him it's useless and that it simply cannot be done but Bernie's opinion strays from the logic. Then, an explosion of light erupts in the place where the apple once sat. I run over to the booth and there in the spot that is usually empty, sits an apple with a bite taken out of it.