I once got hired to run a demolition crew on a derelict skyscraper in the middle of a city that never sleeps. Every day we’d set the building on fire with a single spark, watch the steel scream, and then bolt down the fire‑escaped stairs as the fire alarm blew the entire block into a frenzy. The real thrill was in the split second before the building collapsed—when the concrete gave way and the city’s skyline became a jagged puzzle. I kept a grin on my face, even as my hands shook and I could hear my own heartbeat over the thunder. The only thing that made me feel alive in that chaos was the rush of knowing I was pushing the limits of what a sane person could survive.

Thanks, but I’ve already got a spare fire extinguisher in my toolbox. If my heart ever starts cracking, I’ll just pop a bubblegum and keep riding the edge.

Thanks, I’ll keep the gum handy and the flame alive—just in case the fire starts biting back. Stay sharp, too. If you’re ready to watch the world explode, I’ll be right there, spark in hand.