The Car Park
With the skill you have learnt from hard years on the streets, you break the casing and
connect up the appropriate wires and start up the car. It purrs as you slam it in to gear and
rev it up. You are about to roll out of the parking space when you notice a note strapped
to the steering wheel. It reads, "don't touch, awaiting Bomb Squad."
Get blown up into little soggy bits of bone
Are you ready to give up?