I rushed around the house in a flap, tossing the thing from one hand to the other - something the SubC's should've stopped me from doing, as they know full well how rubbish I am at catching.
At last, my eyes fell upon Apocalypse Oven. Ah well, I thought, it's better than just sitting on it and hoping for the best. So I opened the oven door and threw the device in before slamming the door shut and leaping into the dining room! Surely it must be able to withstand a blast capable of shattering a small planet?
* muffled boom *
Yes. It could!
However, my Marks and Spencers chocolate fudge pudding, which was in Oven at the time, wasn't quite so resiliant...
I bet you're wondering how such a destructive device came to appear in my home? Well, I'd like to know, too!
* shuffling of metaphorical feet *
I'll be visiting your blogs later to catch up with you all. That is, once I've cleared up the mess.
And got some answers from the SubC's...