Nah, you can get the housing there if you’re short on cash, but they discontinued the plutonium about a month back
You can try amazon, but quality and price fluctuates quite a bit there
Russian Mob will sell you the stuff happily. For real–several hundred pounds of weapons-grade uranium and plutonium have gone missing from former Soviet Union stockpiles, and the Russian authorities found links to organized crime involved in the disappearances.
He jokes, but in this crazy, mixed up world of mad scientists and monsters, I’m inclined to think they have a small craft section with nuclear supplies perceptible only to those either ‘cracked’ or contaminated by proximity to the ‘cracked’.
Obviously you are correct. Otherwise, the universe I live in doesn’t make sense. I’m hoping for some kind of small-scale Godzilla with tentacles on its back instead of armored plates. For reaching the plutonium in high places.
Hey, somebody’s got to run the supply house. Giant death rays and guard robots need parts, parts cost money, and one of the basic rules of existence is that there will always be someone glad to take your money. The madtech monsters just work in the warehouse (they’re shielded from the radiation/extradimensional energies/nanotech/all of the above and have enough muscle to move the stuff around) while someone eerily like Cut Me Own Throat Dibbler is working the front office selling old Soviet lab equipment with a smile.
Not that I know anybody like that. I never even met Yuri, why do you ask?
That’s a real chore now that you can’t get enriched uranium from Radio Shack. You have to buy half a ton of depleted uranium ammo from your friendly local gun shop, then put it through a two-stage enrichment process (spoofing the radiation signal with strontium 90 to get those pesky DHS rad-vans off your back). Takes /weeks/, and my cat glowed afterwards.
Well, if you miss the old-fashioned excitement of them trying to kill you when you use the plutonium for science! rather than bombs, you could always try obtaining it by stealing from mad scientists.
True, she only said Chris had to supply his own equipment. I would think plutonium would fall under supplies, rather than equipment. Sweetheart could probably requisition some plutonium for him. She could just include it in an order for office supplies. Probably no one would even notice.
I agree with Candace, but it means that Chris would have to supply everything else, ranging from damping rod wrenches to control room waldos.
It could be worse. There’s no telling where plutonium would be found in a hardware store. The Home Depot near me files bookshelf components in the flooring department, so…
That money is going toward valuable towels, thank-you-very-much.
Silly Chris!
Everyone knows that Ace Hardware has all the plutonium…
Nah, you can get the housing there if you’re short on cash, but they discontinued the plutonium about a month back
You can try amazon, but quality and price fluctuates quite a bit there
What! No eBay reference??
The “from China” items are always interesting.
I thought plutonium was obtained from Libyans who think you’ll use it to build them a nuke…
* (1 Star): Item arrived with cracked containment shielding. Wife now has an extra arm growing out of forehead. WOULD NOT BUY FROM AGAIN!
Big Lots is ‘way cheaper and just as fresh, if you don’t mind off brands.
Plutonium, like other holding-the-world-for-ransom supplies, comes from Home Despot.
Russian Mob will sell you the stuff happily. For real–several hundred pounds of weapons-grade uranium and plutonium have gone missing from former Soviet Union stockpiles, and the Russian authorities found links to organized crime involved in the disappearances.
Let’s hear it for the Cold War, huh?
He jokes, but in this crazy, mixed up world of mad scientists and monsters, I’m inclined to think they have a small craft section with nuclear supplies perceptible only to those either ‘cracked’ or contaminated by proximity to the ‘cracked’.
There’s probably some sort of monster or robot running the section and it only sells to those who can see what it actually is.
Obviously you are correct. Otherwise, the universe I live in doesn’t make sense. I’m hoping for some kind of small-scale Godzilla with tentacles on its back instead of armored plates. For reaching the plutonium in high places.
Hey, somebody’s got to run the supply house. Giant death rays and guard robots need parts, parts cost money, and one of the basic rules of existence is that there will always be someone glad to take your money. The madtech monsters just work in the warehouse (they’re shielded from the radiation/extradimensional energies/nanotech/all of the above and have enough muscle to move the stuff around) while someone eerily like Cut Me Own Throat Dibbler is working the front office selling old Soviet lab equipment with a smile.
Not that I know anybody like that. I never even met Yuri, why do you ask?
Don’t be silly, Chris. You’re supposed to make your plutonium. What you pick up at Tru-Value is americium, obviously.
That’s a real chore now that you can’t get enriched uranium from Radio Shack. You have to buy half a ton of depleted uranium ammo from your friendly local gun shop, then put it through a two-stage enrichment process (spoofing the radiation signal with strontium 90 to get those pesky DHS rad-vans off your back). Takes /weeks/, and my cat glowed afterwards.
Which you actually can buy at your average hardware store. It just takes a lot of smoke detectors.
Plutonium; no longer held only by Libyan terrorists
Well, if you miss the old-fashioned excitement of them trying to kill you when you use the plutonium for science! rather than bombs, you could always try obtaining it by stealing from mad scientists.
Chris, Chris…Don’t you know you have to order that from Amazon now? Tru-Value stopped carrying plutonium years ago.
Chris’s tie has little Starfleet symbols…
Watch out, Chris. Your surname isn’t Hemsworth, is it? You do resemble him somewhat.
I was trying to decide if those were Starfleet insignias or banana peels, which of course would go with the monkey suit.
Chris could just go back in time and steal the Demon Core. But he’d have to cut his hair to pass as a 40’s physicist.
http://nerdist.com/tickling-the-dragons-tail-the-story-of-the-demon-core/
The page I just read: http://nerdist.com/tickling-the-dragons-tail-the-story-of-the-demon-core/
Umm, you’d think that even then they’d have known better.
Evidently, they *did*. Never underestimate the “Hey, y’all, watch this!” factor.
You’ll find it in the pesticides section…
That’s right, expose the insects to severe radiation, that always ends well.
Also it’s present in trace amounts in feminine hygiene products…
Chris, right across the desk from you is a person who could requisition all the plutonium you want from the NRC.
She does paperwork!
True, she only said Chris had to supply his own equipment. I would think plutonium would fall under supplies, rather than equipment. Sweetheart could probably requisition some plutonium for him. She could just include it in an order for office supplies. Probably no one would even notice.
I agree with Candace, but it means that Chris would have to supply everything else, ranging from damping rod wrenches to control room waldos.
It could be worse. There’s no telling where plutonium would be found in a hardware store. The Home Depot near me files bookshelf components in the flooring department, so…