Bob's Life
"Are you alright?" She aks.
"Yes," you reply. "But I think there's a bomb on my back."
She opens it up, and sure enough, it's a bomb! Shaking all over, the woman hands you a pair of flinger-nail clippers and runs.
Finger nail clippers?
You pull off our backpack, to see the timer inside the bomb: 3 seconds! That's right, you have 3 seconds to stop this thing from blowing you to the moon, metaphorically.
There is a red wire and a blue wire connecting the timer to the bomb.
"Yes," you reply. "But I think there's a bomb on my back."
She opens it up, and sure enough, it's a bomb! Shaking all over, the woman hands you a pair of flinger-nail clippers and runs.
Finger nail clippers?
You pull off our backpack, to see the timer inside the bomb: 3 seconds! That's right, you have 3 seconds to stop this thing from blowing you to the moon, metaphorically.
There is a red wire and a blue wire connecting the timer to the bomb.