Lucky tossed, what looked like an old thermos in the back of his truck. Didn't know he was toting around a brew, with a Scoville index of Satanic proportions; that was nominally stable at 41 kelvin, and that the disguised super-cooled containment vessel had a battery with a limited charge; powering a mini-cooling plant running full out trying to keep that genii in the bottle. Lucky had no second thoughts about leaving it in the sun, in the back of a truck, nestled in a old rubber inner-tube; and he might've, at least started out in the cool of the morning.
