Using mainly spoons, I would send smoke signals to sumnmon the giant squid lords of the great deep, then I would threaten them with the gun until they put out the fire with their laser-guided jet propulsion machines.
Better. At this point in the thread, Gaudere is on the train. As the engineer. And if you squint, you can see her shoveling a little more coal into the boiler. She’s gonna knock this thread to MPSIMS. The only question is whether Dr. Kimble can get out of the train first.
Considering that my sister gave away her checking account and credit card information to a complete stranger over a cell phone, and I’m now Santa Claus as far as her kids are concerned, I’m not really seeing a downside to this.
For the OP. I expect I’d keep bashing at the car dashboard and frame, try to shoot out the bolts holding the seat in place and finally if that fails be forced to move away from the butn reckage my hands and body burnt almost to the bone. I would then if I survived the servere burns, live out the rest of my life in a mental assylum.
Holy cow.
My dad was faced with a dilemma nearly like this one, except that the victim wasn’t a child, but an Army military officer (don’t remember what rank) who was trapped in a burning vehicle.
What a nightmare. He still dreams about it.
Yes, but this particular glue company has a record of rule violations. Etiher that or the truck driver’s clothing caught on fire and he panicked, emptying the extinguisher on himself. Now he’s lying in a ditch, hypothermic and thus of no use to you in this current crisis.