"Heh, no, I'm not going to be a problem," you blurble out, twitching nervously.
The young man stares at you for a moment, then looks down.
"It's a shame I can't believe you, sir," he says quietly, depressing the button on his device.
You hear a gentle "pop" noise, and for a split second you feel ill. Then you feel a rush of pain.
Then you feel nothing.
Unfortunately, most brains can't survive even a miniature explosion from within the skull itself. It's a shame you're not one of the few who can, if they even exist.
If you'd like to give this day another shot, turn back to
page 1. I won't tell anyone that you died if you don't.