Although seriously wounded, the bad guy was still dangerous.
With radioactive blood oozing, he reached for the feedwater coolant release valve. But then, hearing the muffled laugh of regulatory oversight, he looked up and found himself staring into the barrel of a 357 fuel rod.
The inspector smiled and said, “I know what you’re thinking. Did he hit me with an 8.6 earthquake, or was it point 5?
Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I kind of lost track myself.