You have to get a hard hat when hanging out below the word DANGER. One never knows when crooked arrows will drop and best be prepared. Or just step aside if your hairstyle is more of a concern and you lack a hard hat.
The Public Tool
A celebration of the invisible all around us
Beware of boxed arrows. They are a bitch. This should be a clear warning to all of you thinking or gifting arrows. Not worth it.
Arrows in boxes
Once again, fire and stairs. This time when you are wearing a wife beater at a 70s themed dance club. The same rule applies. Just take the damn stairs.
Playful getaway. From FIRE!!!!
Holy mother of God! Where do I begin? There is danger everywhere! I am not even sure what to do. There are no stairs to take and there is a triangle suspended in mid-air. Time to panic I assume. Everything is sparking and I am lying down. Seems safe I guess. As long as I am not lifting my leg and pointing at the triangle at the same time I should be fine!
Overwhelming danger
More protective bubbles to escape the fire in. Again, equipped with a stairmaster. This time though, the figure looks a little more intent on actually using the stairs. With purpose.
Fire bubbles are all the rage!
You decide to operate this mysterious piece of equipment with a friend, when suddenly there’s tragedy. For one reason or another the thing decides to hit you over the head and your friend takes it in the chin. Moral? Stay away from odd machinery of undetermined purpose. And get a smarter friend…
Danger! Danger everywhere!
Evidently fire and stairs are made for each other. Use the stairs. You must. And when you do, make sure you maintain an unflappable upright presence. A stiff upper lip, an ascot and a martini in your hand are mandatory. Anyone named Niles will do nicely.
Stylish escape
The best place to be in case of fire is your protective stairmaster bubble. There is no chance the fire will get to you and also you will get a chance to exercise.
Fire bubble 1
There is something to be said about being calm when you take the stairs in case of fire. Nothing says “calm” like a firmly planted foot on the ground. Nothing fazes me. Not even the fact that two more steps and I’m falling off the edge of the stairs. I don’t care. I am calm.
Keep calm. Carry on.
When taking off from the scene, any self respecting arsonist books in style. No pansy walking. You go! You don’t wait. So what if you break a knee… It’s speed that counts. Speed and form. You must bend the elbows just right or else you will be penalized.