The bomb timer wasn't one to slow down, nor one to off. It will blow soon.
Mr Ivan furrowed his brow as the numbers counted down, he never knew how to stop a strange complicated bomb ever.
"I'm off," Mr Fred who has soon entered said, as he packed up a briefcase, "I love you all, and remember to take care of the cake shop if you are still alive by then"
"Mr Fred! Drop the attitude!" Janice gave him a death glance.
"Yeah Mr Fred!," Jace also added, "If we die, you too should be among us."
The words made Mr Fred's limbs numb. Of course he wouldn't have gone to safety without his employees.
"Fine, fine I get it" With this, he threw the briefcase away, then burst Into panic, "We are all dead!."
"We aren't dead," Mr Ivan said, bringing out a phone, "At least not yet."
