Not long after our television blew up, the hotel staff came frantically running up to our room to check out what the loud bang was; people could probably hear it halfway around the world with how loud it was. The last time that happened, Krakatoa erupted in 1883.
“Jeez, you kids light a firework in your room or something?” a worker asked with eyes wide as a plate.
“No, your TV exploded and nearly killed us both! Fix your televisions!” Malcolm replied, annoyed.
“What are you talking about?” she asked in disbelief before walking into our room and gasping from seeing the hole.
“Now you see, how long has this television been here?” I asked, pretending as if it was the hotel’s fault somehow. As horrible as it sounds, I didn’t feel all that bad about blaming them for the explosion; my pers
