Some buttons are good...but those must be around back because the man never seems to locate THEM!!!
Some buttons are tests and some set off the nuclear warheads, but only with a key provided by the womens girlfreind after spewing every detail of the last "push" attempt. Some buttons seem downright stuck, but yet some perfect stranger can come along and barely bump it and it will fully depress.
BUT...
How many buttons can you handle?? How many would you care to try to figure out? Because the SAME buttons that will explode with all the intensity in the world, are the SAME ones that... LOVE. AWE GEEZ, I got mushy!!!