Fruitless Exercise

So, if one were to buy a modestly-priced piece of home-exercise equipment in one's pursuit of greater physical fitness, and one were to spend far too long putting the stupid machine together, following a set of next-to-useless instructions that essentially forced one to guess where all the wires were supposed to hook together, and one were then to plug in said machine only to have highly unpleasant-smelling smoke pour out of the console... That would be a bad thing, right?

Fuck.