Who am I kidding...any novel I write would just degenerate to Scrooge McDuck leading an armada of coked-up cyborg tiger sharks attacking Tokyo or something...movie rights may be the key there. Especially if we have a scene with teenage Tokyo school girls with Hello Kitty backpacks fleeing the robo sharks with blood lust in their metallic eyes...I think I've struck gold! Kubrick eat your heart out
Hopefully, one of those things he agreed to let them do wasn't using the soil injection equipment to give the dog an enema.
I once made the grievous mistake of showing my boys how to make a flamethrower using a can of cheap hairspray from the dollar store and a butane lighter. The next day, they managed to burn down a sizeable section of scrub and brush along a local creek. Luckily, they had the fire out by the time the fire department arrived. They avoided any serious consequences when the police hauled them and their friends down to the police station, leaving their bicycles (four of them) along the creek. Of course, all the bicycles were stolen. I went down and asked what part of the whole incident required abandoning the bikes and costing myself and the other parents the money to replace them? Wasn't room for them in the trunks of the cop cars or the back of the paddy wagon? They got off with just having to write a paper about why you shouldn't burn up the creek bed, risking Smokey The Bear's life and polluting a creek that the sewage plant dumps into.