"Well, that's easy," said Barry, vaguely remembering a high school history, or at least Doug doodling in high school history.
  "Hold on," said Chronic.
  A shriek, sharp and sustained.
  "You know, it's like a symphony," he said. "You can set your clock by the bombs--unless, of course, someone like your friend, Tab, screws around with things. Then it's just a mess. You've met Tab already, I assume?"
  Barry stared dumbfounded as the old man lit up a fatty.