Poor Heather is feeling the heat!
Las Vegas is the Rush Limbaugh of cities:
I'm dying! What a quote.
I say quarantine the whole city, seal it up in some sort of giant impregnable bubble, and launch it into the sun.
I think sealing it in an impregnable bubble will suffice. We did this at college to a small loaf of bread. We hadn't intended to. The loaf got pushed to the back of the closet and when we discovered it again, it was this green, liquidy thing, still with slice marks, but a true slime mold hybrid that had started to melt through the wooden pantry shelf. So naturally we saved it in a beaker for further study.
Over the course of years, "the bread" (as it come to be known) went through a series of toxic changes, turning all shades of orange, brown, grey, etc. Every few years (yes, this was a long experiment; "the bread" followed us from college) we'd open it-- outside, prepared to run. The stench was unbelievable. It was an amazing potential weapon.
Then, finally, after being lost in the basement for some time, we found it again. The liquid in the vial was absolutely clear. When we opened it, it was the scent of fresh oranges.
Las Vegas, this is your future!!!!
Man, I'm not supposed to do this. I'm not supposed to get off-topic.
Wow, I really look forward to that "Love" Cirque du Soleil DVD.