That should be some cause for comfort, right?
Right. If this was American television.
It’s not. We’re not comforted.
We want the explosion. It’s the only way that scenes are created.
Shit, if it wasn’t for the biggest explosion in history, Sir Stephen of the Hawking would be…well…doing something different.
A cooking show perhaps.
I quickly re-tie the wires and eureka!
I place my hat over the hole where the stupid wires sit like deceased spiders legs and sigh.
I wonder if rattling it will prove more effective?!
Nope! It only serves to gift me an headache.