Don’t unplug that, Lafferty said, it’ll screw everything up.
But I didn’t believe him, so I yanked the wire out of it’s socket.
We’d been going at the machine for three agonising hours. So far we’d only got the front plate off and Lafferty was whistling while he tinkered with some wires. Glancing over his shoulder, I could see a jungle of more wires tangled behind the ones he was slowly unravelling.
The anxiety popped like a firework and I couldn’t stand it.
You idiot he shouted, as the countdown collapsed downward.
All I could think to say was Oops.