As always, he checked his bedroom for booby traps. He didn't find anything unusual, just knives in the mattress, an explosive charge in the bedside lamp, and a short, probably poisoned needle in his toothbrush. He went to bed and fell asleep soon.
Around midnight he arose and sleepwalked to the kitchen, where he rigged the microwave to explode.
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Friday, May 11, 2007
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