The bionic detainee made a racket at a luxury doomsday conference.
It was a dark and stormy night. A doomsday prepper limped up to a makeshift cell, dragging his bionic leg. "Quit making a racket!" He said to the detainee, "You ain't got that kind of luxury!"
The Bionic arm rushed back to the detainee, making a racket while crossing the room. He looked at the doomsday scene before him and wished he had the luxury of another day of peace.
The soldier scanned the item with his bionic eyes; how could this tennis racket be able to bring about doomsday?
The detective, with her enhanced bionic memory, made quite a racket while questioning the detainee. She said, "If you're smart, you'll start talking. We don't have the luxury of sitting here til doomsday."
Bionic detainees made luxurious rackets on doomsday.
This is one of the most popular element names - so popular, in fact, that marketers often apply it to thousands of products whether they contain actual titanium or not. While your hammer, golf club, or tennis racket may indeed feature the word "TITANIUM" proudly emblazoned in plain view, the only way to be sure you're getting the real deal is to hold it up against a precision grinding wheel. Have you been blinded by a shower of bright white sparks? Congratulations, you are in possession of authentic titanium, and are not a detainee of buzzwords that elicit unfounded levels of consumer excitement (I'm looking at you, platinum).
Found in everything from luxury watches to doomsday missiles, titanium is everything we wish we could be: tremendously strong, deceptively light weight, immune to rust, and hypoallergenic. This makes it of particular advantage when it comes to introducing foreign elements to the human body. Titanium's abundance and versatility makes it extremely popular for body jewelry like tongue studs, nose rings, and other enhancements less commonly found in teenagers such as dental implants, bionic limbs, and artificial hips. However, titanium finds itself challenged lately in both its usefulness and popularity in that red-headed stepchild of calcium and iron manganese: tungsten.
The detainee thought it should be their doomsday because that would be a Luxury in their isolated bionic prison cell.
Before doomsday, the detainee was granted the luxury of watching a tennis match with bionic rackets.
In a luxury minimum security prison, one political detainee was making a racket about a robot doomsday prophecy. A guard listened quietly with his bionic ear.