— I’m excited to see your new place finally.
— Here, let me turn on the lights. AHHH! They’re voice-activated.
— Nice place you—Why’d you turn the lights back off?
— AHH! So sorry. They’re on a five-second timer.
— Hey, what’s that on the—It’s pitch black again.
— HEART ATTACK! Be quick. We have thirty seconds.
— Are you having a heart attack?
— No. Certain words keep the lights on longer.
— And you chose “heart attack”?
— The electrician did. Pretty much all he talked about. Weird guy.
— I think there’s something on the floo—Damn it!
— I got it. SERIOUSLY, I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK!
— Oh my God! Let me take you to the hospital.
— No, no. I’m fine. I just bought us a minute of light.
— Good. Is that a man lying on the floor?
— That’s the electrician. He’s been lying there since he set up the lights. They’re awesome, right?
— We have to help him! Isn’t there anything you can say to make the lights stay on longer?
— PLEASE, SIR. HELP ME. I’M ALMOST DONE WITH YOUR LIGHTS—JUST SETTING THE ACTIVATION CODES— BUT THERE’S A SHARP PAIN IN MY LEFT ARM.
