Look, Boss, No Hands

Booker rubbed his hands together. “No, see,” he said, “if I eat the Pop Rocks first, they’ll get digested and then they won’t react or something. It’s science, Joe. They have to touch each other to make the gases.”“Oh,” Joe said. “If it doesn’t work, we can always just try again.” The point of all this was to knock Adam Savage and company’s smug faces down a peg, even if they were never going to see this, and he intended to keep on until the job was done. “Pop that thing open.”Or: immortality can't be angsty all the time. (Five times Joe and Booker used their immortality to participate in modern extreme sports, and one time Joe was a hypocrite about it.)