Ray, I ripped my pair of black pants. They
weren't really suitable for donation or a
secondhand store, which is unfortunate
because in Seattle secondhand clothes can
be sold for twice their original price. Clearly
there was only one option: burn my pants. I
attached a hunk of my jeans to the Solar
Death Ray and let nature take it's course.
Well, it wasn't really nature, more like
technology. Anywho, my pants were soon
on fire. While they were not originally Hot
Pants, they certainly went out as such. After
a while, the flames mysteriously died down.
After the death ray was shut down, it
became obvious that all that remained of my
once proud jeans was an ashen husk, barely
an echo of my former pants. All structural
integrity had been lost. Let this be an
example of the danger associated with
death rays! I shudder to think of what might
have occurred if I had been wearing the
pants in the Solar Death Ray as I had
originally planed.
