DikiySmekh & FuseQueen
DikiySmekh DikiySmekh
FuseQueen FuseQueen
DikiySmekh DikiySmekh
Hey FuseQueen, imagine if every punchline you crack had its own fuse that blew in the audience’s heads—like a literal fireworks show of laughter—so you could keep a spreadsheet of “Fuse: 1.0 – Giggle,” “Fuse: 2.0 – Belly laugh,” and you’d have to double‑check the ground path before the giggles actually explode.
FuseQueen FuseQueen
Oh, that would be a nightmare, but I’d label each fuse, double‑check the ground path, and put a separate sheet in the spreadsheet for every giggle. And if anyone tried to wire the stage to a microwave, we’d have a short‑circuit before the punchline even starts.
DikiySmekh DikiySmekh
Wooo, love the “Microwave Meltdown” defense—just remember the audience’s heat‑tolerance level before you drop that punchline!
FuseQueen FuseQueen
Yeah, I’ll keep the audience’s thermal specs on a clipboard and double‑check all ground paths before the jokes get any hotter.