Yeah. Liquid cooled by the torrential rains pouring upon it while some psycho stands outside wearing nothing more than rubber shorts, a tacky plaid fuzzy mock turtleneck, and a stylish (for 1940) cap holding a golf club way above his head. Tempting the gods to "do something about it", he blinks in awe at the wonder that this magnificent device from some parallel universe actually refuses to shut down while submerged in water.
I can just see the coroner's report now: "Victim found on 9th hole, soaked from head to toe wearing very nice wool kilt with some kind of latex bicycle shorts underneath, melted nine iron fused to hands, holes blown through feet, look of awe on face. Macintosh notebook lying nearby, completely blackened by the blast of lightening - totally destroyed. It appears it was one of the new waterproof series, but it's still not idiot-proof."