Happy Meals?

Finally, the final year project has been passed up.

Showed my supervisor the robot and he was really really happy with the results except for the fact that I never go see him at all during the duration of the final year project for consultation.

I don't know why, but I've been making choices with a death wish lately for so many things. It's like having someone ask you... would you want:

1) a happy meal

2) a live grenade

My mind would just switch off and immediately blurt out... LIVE GRENADE LIVE GRENADE!