“So wait... I can get a functional fusion reactor up in my kitchen for a mere $1000?”
I’m sure, or just go to flea markets. Hell, I know I have all the components for one down in the garage somewhere, but my wife keeps cleaning up down there and puts everything in the wrong boxes. One of these days she’s going to throw a fuel rod in a box where it doesn’t belong and BAM, we’ll all be history.
I said I need a tie-rod end, not a rod of uranium!
That happens in my neighborhood a lot. Damn women!