All the grenades detonate and scatter the Molotovs, which break and start fires.
The alcohol in the bar ignites, the fire spreads and the building explodes.
I get a splinter in my thumb. And then I am incinerated.
"Yeah, round about the time you and Salt had the first of your massive-arguments-which-ended-in-sex-and-then-you-subsequently-broke-up-and-everything-went-tits-up-because-you-told-everyone-you-and-he-had-sex
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