A button. One thing. One simple stupid plastic button with a chinese made chip inside. This little insignificant button could end countless civilisations. Rewind thousands of years of human progress. And cost countless lives. And they gave it to a lifeless fool like me. An insignificant speck of sand in the endless beach of time. I don't know why they think I won't sell it and start world war 3. If I wanted to I could email the codes inside the button to China or Russia. Any person with a brain would never put so much power in the hands of a depressed middle aged man who works a 9 to 5 and has nothing to lose. DING DING DING “Hello is this Mr harley sawyer.” “Yes, who am i speaking to?” “Yea umm my name is Elliot Ludwig, I'm the manager of the company you work at Toytime.Co and I'm here to inform you that you are fired for starting a fire on stage” *Exhales* "Ok.”