Touched a nerve there, I think.

Mayors basically only ever do stuff that someone dares them to, right?

Or maybe they’d all just be reeeeeally bored until the next giant robot turned up.

Someone’s not been won over by their plight, I think.

Or is it braid doilies and sew each other’s hair? One of the two, anyway.  

Well, a solution, anyway.

Existential atomic death rays are the best kind.

Should have chosen “abort.”

What’s your favourite error?

Every atomic detonation has a silver lining.