It's a ticking time bomb. You stare at it

It's a ticking time bomb. You stare at it on the kitchen counter, as seconds tick off one by one. Damn. Suddenly you regret rigging your walls with explosives that

are about to turn you and everything around you into energy and rubble. e = mc2 indeed. 56 ... 55 ... 54 ... where's that fuse! ... 52 ... 51 ... green wire or blue? ... 47 ... 46

Aaaaaaaack!....45...44...OK, the blue wire....43....42....ZZZZZTTTTTTT (popcrackle)...41... 40... 39... 38...37... Uuuuuuuugh, I'll t-tt-trryy th-thhhe o-other wi-wire...36...35...

and snap! (Phew!) only 34 seconds left on the digital read-out. It's Miller time! (and you said the BLUE wire.) Do you smell ozone? (bip.) ... BIP? 34...33...

Oh sh*t. Must be the other wire...but it's Miller Time & I'm thirsty...32...31...30...Could I drink it down quickly?...29...I drank a six pack in...28...27...two seconds. I yanked

that thing you're not supposed to yank. At least most people say you shouldn't yank it. The thing is just not supposed to be a topic of discussion or yanked. In fact you shouldn't

yank on it at all because the more you yank, the more likely it is to drop off. Then it's really hard to screw back on. Don't believe me? I've got a photo printed on fax paper whic

H was never able to stick after the first attempt to hijack its database. Dr. Perronicus was busy fixing the holes that allowed this to happen. Det. Manatee helped investigate any

data murders because those usually led to real murders eventually.