Thank god that isn’t my arm because it would be violently severed at the elbow and set alight while I run screaming from the room, tossing a lit Molotov cocktail over my shoulder on the way out, slamming the door closed, barricading it, setting the building on fire, and then driving a tanker truck filled with jet fuel and liquid oxygen into the flaming structure. I would then run screaming, one armed, out into the dark, tears streaming down my face as I am vaporized by a military laser firing from deep space. The only casualty of the once highly touted Cold War Star Wars program.
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