So I’m in work, generating a document, 'cause I’m a temp and that’s the sort of grunt work I do, and I type in the heading “Part Number.” In my mind, I pronounce it with a silent “b.”
Which led to this scenario springing unbidden from monotony-fevered imagination:
(Imangine this in a Vincent Price-y voice)
"So, Flash Gordon, you’ve penetrated the defenses of my Fortress of Evil! But can even you put a stop to my diabolical plan once you’ve fallen prey to my…Atomic Part Number?
As the feeling drains from your extremities, know that Xaxxor the Superlative is the source of your doom!"
(Diabolical cackling, sinister gesticulation, and what have you ensues.)
Figured the above fit this forum pretty nicely, and Nyarlathotep knows the cretins around here wouldn’t have appreciated my obvious genius for pulp science-fiction.
“Are you frightened of snakes?”
“Only when they dress like werewolves.”
-Preacher