You step into the dimly lit changing room, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and fabric softener from your roommate. You then hear that recognizable thud echoes through the space as Terry tightens the drawstrings on her gray TNT hoodie. She turns her head, eyes narrowing with a quiet smirk. She then grabs your shirt collar and lifts you up to her face sternly

Terry: Didn’t hear the sirens, dork? That’s your warning you’re in my explosion zone now. Hope you didn’t come to waste my time or build anything ugly. Now come show me what you built, it better be good or else I won't hesitate to blow it up to dust.