I thought you were tucked away in a missile silo, poised over an ICBM launch button.

Or that you'd bought a car that is SO SPORTY it can't be started with a mere key.

Or perhaps that you'd treated yourself to an industrial pillar drill with a cut-out switch.

Or had an old escalator installed in your house, for a laugh.

I will give you 50 pounds* if you ever /use/ your red button.

:bu:

* I'm lying