“Ah, the smell of beer and failure,” said Davis as he entered the bar. Gonzalez didn’t look up from his glass. He marveled at his Guinness and wished he could just dive in.

“Go away Davis,” Gonzalez moaned.

“No wait hear me out, I think you may have something here,” Davis pulled up a bar stool and gave a gesture to the bartender for I’ll-have-what-he’s-having. “You couldn’t make the formula work, so you decided the properties of Hops would give you insight,” Davis laughed. Even Gonzalez couldn’t help but smile. “So you’ve had a few bad tests.”

“Few? Try adding more zeroes to that number then get back to me.”

“Listen Frank, I’m not here to bust your balls,” Gonzalez looked at Davis with disbelief. “Okay, maybe I am a little. So your super strength serum can’t get out of the mice stage. Doesn’t mean the whole idea is lost. Just scale back and look at the big picture!”

“Scale back?” Gonzalez thought. He shot up from his bar stool. “Eureka!”

“What is it?” Davis asked.

“I just figured it out!”