Okay, here's the scenario: you wake up in a room. It's a little too dark to tell, but it seems like you're surrounded by concrete walls. In front of you is a table with a manila folder, a faulty alarm clock, and a briefcase. The lights come on. You notice that the briefcase is covered in little puzzles. Your friends to begin chirping in your ear, something about wires and buttons and comedy sketches from the 1930's. Your eyes scan the myriad of blinking objects covering the briefcase and... oh. Oh no. There's a timer.