: We've got a Class Avalon-Niner security incident down here. The test subjects
: have breached containment and they are multiplying. I repeat, the test
: subjects are multiplying! I'm deep-sixing this facility and I want all our
: assets setting up a quarantine zone while we warm up The Big One in orbit.
: What? No, you can forget about evacuation. Nobody is getting out of here
: alive. In thirty minutes, this whole f---ing hemisphere had better be one
: big smoking crater. My replacement can worry about the fallout. Godspeed.

: *Sets down phone*

: So, uh, congratulations!

Ha, thanks. Wife wouldn't let me evacuate either. Said I'm in this for the long haul.

- MacGyver10