U-232 is also produced in LFTR reactors, and is HELLACIOUSLY radioactive. You can't work around U-232 with just a glove-box - you're gonna get a tan that way. It also poisons the reaction of a U-233 bomb, so you've got to separate it out, so you're back to centrifuges and the like, and you're gonna have to throw out the contaminated and radioactive centrifuges when you're done as well.

My very first job, I worked at an A&W, and they put me to work at the deep fryer. The procedure there (OSHA would not approve) was to take a big bag of fries out of the freezer, cook some of them, put the fries back in the freezer, and repeat for a few iterations. They freeze-thaw cycles would cause the fries to get covered with ice crystals.

One particularly frantic dinner rush, I was scrambling to get fries out, and I jammed a whole bunch of ice-covered fries in the deep fryer. Of course, the crystals flashed to steam, and splashed my arm with napalm-hot frying oil. I still have the scars.

"If your phone rings and you discover it's in the back seat, do NOT crawl over the seat to answer it while driving."

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That's the thing - it's more fun to play with friends than with random Internet assholes, whether the game is deathmatch or co-op. Play co-op with random people on the Internet, and you'll get some douchebag griefers who'll do things like team-killing just to screw with people. I have better things to do than deal with griefers.

What could possibly go wrong? I mean, we've had a whole 150,000 years since the last time we built Cylons and they rebelled, attempting genocide against the human race. Surely it can't happen again...

Ideally, there should be a Pat Roach fight in order to make it a true Indiana Jones movie. In any case, you can't do it right without some hapless bad guy getting chopped up by an airplane propeller or mashed in a rock crusher... Very important, you see.