One of my favorite joys of being a small town banker is the incredible variety of bank vaults I've seen over the years. For sheer clockwork porn, nothing beats the sight of several tons of steel at the mercy of delicate timer springs (you do realize every bank vault has a clockwork, no?).

Perhaps it is the clockwork that does it. Nobody, I mean NO_body is getting in the thing until that clock expires. Or maybe it is the tonnage of the doors...

Either way, the things are cool. Marry the precision of a Swiss watch with a Sherman tank? One is sure to find steam-punk nirvana nearby.

Didn't you people watch Reservoir Dogs? This isn't some game-theoretic hoo-haa, instead it is a Tarrantino plot twist. You want to be the undercover cop who shoots Nice Guy Eddy. See, technically Mr. White, Eddy and Joe are all engaged in a three-way duel. The dispute is over the assassination of Mr. Orange (Tim Roth), the undercover cop who ratted out the gang. Mr. White shoots Joe, who is in turn shot by Nice Guy Eddy. Eddy gets a cap from Orange. Be Mr. Orange.