Quote: or be raped by squirrels and tucked away for the slow winter months.
Wow, now there's an image for you.
And I'm now reminded of a scene from one of the Castle Perilous novels, in which Lord Incarnadine proceeds to guzzle down several gallons of booze, get
rotten stinking drunk, perform some Voudoun, and in the book's climactic scene, put out the Fires of Hell... in the obvious and heretofore-exemplified
manner.
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.