knowing there is nothing for it. ShadowRaven opens the fridge, steps out calmly. Punches BoP in the face, takes the nuclear hand grenade and returns to the lead lined fridge. Closeing the door, takeing note how the light does in fact go out, and whispers in what little latin he knows. In proper cartoon physics, the fridge suddenly bulges but doesn't burst. then the door swings slowly open and smoke wafts forth, nothing of the refrigerators original contents remaining.