I tried to put sea salt on her red alarming

I tried to put sea salt on her red alarming lights, she guides me through the night but I don't want to go home. I want to feel alive, and I know she did too; time was running out.

We looked again at the bomb. "Sea salt?" she inquired. "Well, we have tried everything else." I responded. There was a sharp thump as the truck hit a speed bump. "Give me a hand."

This seemed an inopportune moment to explain I had no hand to give, so I grasped to bag of saltpeter scraped from guncaps with my gripping claw and we chucked into our tails path

handfuls of saltpeter, advancing quickly. In time, I used my good hand to put a lighter to the powder, sending a fiery trail crackling back to the readied TNT. When Wile E. Coyote

jumped from the cliff, and attempted to blow it out. He did not realize that I had placed the TNT on the train tracks until

someone pointed it out. They always were a helpful bunch, these folks. Kind of like my cousins, Doc and Wooly Eye. The TNT takes me back to a time when good ol' Doc had planned a

massive explosion to celebrate good ole Wooly Eye finishing high-school. He pressed the plunger but nothing happened. We would have gone over to check, but then the world collapsed

Then and there so there was no going to college any time soon. He had to work on the family farm and help clean up the bloody mess. Wooly Eye was okay with that scenario. His dad

they sold two dozen donuts to the investigators worker's comp had hired to stalk him and the little old ladies they usually tormented, and nothing ever got better.