Sometimes on weekends, I am seized with an uncontrollable urge to tinker. Sunday, I decided to replace the switches who no longer worked. Electricity is simple, there are positive and negative. Just do not make mistakes. Except ... Behind the bloody switch there were tons of son. I put two together by chance, there was a bang and a huge spark. I stayed almost blind for five minutes. That said, there was little to do since I blew up the electricity throughout the house. So I had to call an electrician. He arrived in a screech of tires skidding and making his pickup truck. It was a small Armenian bald. He has repaired everything and changed all the defective switches with a smile and at supersonic speed. When he handed me the bill, I understood why it was a super hero: THE VOLTMASTER in person! As you can see from the photo, the box is called VOLTMASTERS. It is an absolutely extraordinary name. They are found in LUCHA LIBRE, sure.
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