The hands on the clock tick inexorably on... the numbers on the digital display roll inevitably toward zero... time is tight, the fuse is getting shorter and the beads of sweat on your forehead are glistening in the red light of the LCD... you have come to a place where the only thing you feel are loaded guns in your face... can YOU handle the DREADED DEADLINE DOOM?!? TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK THRAKAKAKATHOOM!

Uh oh. You blew it.