You’re about to cut the next wire, when the plastic grip of the wire cutter slips out of your palm. It hits the inside of the bomb with a metal clank.

“Whoops,” you say to yourself. “Well, that’s why they put erasers on pencils. After all, pobody’s nerfect. I get knocked down, but I get up again…”

You stop reassuring yourself long enough to look at the countdown clock. Eight seconds! Shit! You decide to cut the purple wire with your damn teeth.

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