Dr Artiheimer draws some equations and mathematical calculations on a large blackboard with a piece of white chalk "Then we ad the uranium into the mix* She then wrote a small 'U' about the complex numbers and letters "That's the original formula, very powerful but no powerful enough, this is mine" Artiheimer draws E=MC^² U under the old equation "That Mr. President is 15,0000 kilotons of TNT, not counting the radiation that will plague the city for the next couple of months" She sighs and stepped down her ladder, Artiheimer dusted the chalk off her hands and fur before putting on her waistcoat and Fadora "I know what you're making me make Mr. President and I don't like it, I also know you're not going to leave a ton of uranium laying around" Suddenly Artiheimer got in the President's face, not in a threatening way but in more of a worried carrying way "Promise me this will be your last resort, This bomb could be devastating, Mr. President. It's development alone could be dangerous, promise me like I'm your lover and you'll never look at another woman again" Artiheimer held the President in his chair not wanting to let him up until she heard those words