        He struggled deeper into his sleeping bag, and soon found himself trapped in a giant pool of mud, his shouts unheard by all his friends, who were walking around aimlessly, ignoring him.  Suddenly, his old foreman walked up to the edge, and, laughing, tossed in a bundle of dynamite, wired to a digital timer.  He began struggling frantically as the digits crept towards zero, wincing when the clock began beeping.  Any second now, the dynamite would explode, and he would die.  He opened his cooler, which was floating next to him, recoiling as bees flew out.