"Pffuh," John scoffs, brushing Billy off. He can get it working. He's just too lazy (and likes to think of himself as not being stupid enough) to be the hero.

Once the fuse wire is wound neatly and tightly, John's gaze flits around to check that all the adjacent switches are off before pushing it back in. Running his tongue over his bottom lip nervously, he starts flipping the old switches and hopes for the best.

"How'll we know it worked? There any lighting down here?"