Jim was locked in his closet, reading his City Paper. He casually read the classifieds. His eyes widened at one: "For Sale, one Atomic Bomb. $100.00 or best offer. Call 555-1449." Then he realized that the phone number was familiar, and quickly figured out why. "The Android Sisters are trying to sell the Bomb that The Four gave them," he said to himself. He found this amusing, and chuckled. Then he turned to the Personals, and read them carefully.
