“Aim for the flat top!” I would shout as I fired my proton pack at my parent’s picnic table.
“All right, this chick is TOAST!”
I quickly threw out the trap, slammed my foot down to release the mechanism and turned my head so as to not burn out my retinas. I would then hastily retreat back to my makeshift Ecto-Containment Unit (a hand-made shelving unit built by my father, adorned with a masking tape label that read: ECU – DANGER: THIS IS A HIGH VOLTAGE LASER CONTAINMENT SYSTEM…thanks, Dad). I would then eat a Twinkie (coincidentally, like the proton pack, a Twinkie also has a half-life of 5000 years.) (more…)