This sounds like the most improbable statement ever. How often does a person get to say something like this that isn’t planning a heist?
… is this safe really at your house or is this next door to you?
This sounds like the most improbable statement ever. How often does a person get to say something like this that isn’t planning a heist?
… is this safe really at your house or is this next door to you?
we already discussed cellars and tunnels in this thread *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*
The absolute worst part of planning a heist:
Having to solicit competitive bids from contractors and trying to decide who to hire…
Well, the absolute worst part is dragging the crew down there and hyping the damn thing for two solid hours, only to reveal that it was empty all along.
But How Did We Get on the Island!
“Third National Bank and Trust” is a family name, of course we had it painted on the house. How could you doubt it?
How hilarious would it be if the safe was actually full of dubloons? In the form of dried-out rancid chocolate gelt.
Given what I typically find in unexpected places its either full of dead rodents and decaying leaves or my car keys.
In think we all secretly expect it’s full of trolling.
I really, really hope it isn’t stuffed with body parts…
:-0
So, do these folks stick one of those promotional contractor signs in your lawn while they are working? “Onsite Safecracking by Honest Bob’s Discreet Locksmithing”?
First bid is $400 plus taxes. Woof!
Back to the thermal lance idea. (Can you see if there are any lockpicking clubs in your area? Assuming such things even exist - surely they do! Host a meetup and set them a challenge…)
Why don’t you try selling the safe on eBay as a Mystery Box?
At this point, you could crowdfund it.
Ooooh yeah…
Maybe you could sell shares to get a “piece of da action”
I’m in for one. Not sure what I’d do with a 1/50th part of a dimensional portal to a realm of pain and horror though.
Timeshare? Get in early, get the first weekend in August?
Good idea. Go somewhere nice and warm for the winter. A fortnight in an Australian February is pretty close to the banefires of the damned anyway, just a touch more humid.