The unsuspecting modern-day musketeer stands in an empty field, waiting for life to happen. Suddenly, he receives a call - who could it be, though? - and eagerly picks up the phone, only to have his head tragically blown off. Apart from Liu Dao's love for unnecessary violence, "Phone Bomb" is a literal interpretation of the dastardly mobile phone that we just can't help answering all day long. Ring ring! "Charlie, I'm pregnant. What do we tell my husband?" "Mr. Taylor, could you come in to discuss your son's recent behavior?" "Hey, could I borrow a couple thousand? Pay you right back!" "You said you'd be home by 10, you asshole!" Good news or bad (you know it's mostly bad), the mobile phone has become the quintessential appendage through which we conduct this little thing called life. [Loo Ching Ling 吕晶琳]