I think this button will send us home,” Pumpkin Pete said, oblivious to the final battle which was about to take place. Pete’s long, vinelike fingers stabbed down on the lone red button that sat in the middle of the console. “That settles that!”The ship shuddered. A bright red ray blasted from the front and shot down to Earth. Pumpkin Pete had just turned the state of Ohio into puppets.“I didn’t do it!” he gasped.“Uh... Pumpkin Pete? Maybe you should lay off the buttons for a while?” I said.“Nonsense! My keen pumpkin senses have revealed the one button not to touch,” Pumpkin Pete reasoned and pushed another button.“Airlock seals to self-destruct in T minus three minutes and counting.. .” a computer voice chimed.“And now my keen pumpkin senses have revealed a second button to not touch,” Pumpkin Pete added, scratching his giant gourd head.“So... what happens now?” I asked.“Well...in two minutes the airlock seals blow and we all get sucked into space and popped like human balloons,”
