[He takes that lighter and zips back down the block while she works on the tree, first catching the trail of gasoline she'd laid, then grabs a loose pile of baling twine left by a warehouse and turns the rest of the whiskey bottle into a molotov to fling into a stack of hay piled up in the bed of a parked truck near what must be some kind of farm supply warehouse. The hay goes up fast, and sparks leap from the truck and scatter in the wind. If there's farm supplies, there will be fertilizer like he's hoping, and it's only a matter of time before they're caught in the rush of fire.
The flames ripple down toward those fuel tanks, and by the time he comes back to pick her up, just as he's about to reply, they go off. The explosion is almost deafening even from the opposite end of the block, but he laughs and cheers as he waves his torch in the air, and admires the flaming tree like it's a celebratory candelabra.]
Hell yeah it is! Fuck, babe, you did so good. Look at it go!
[He's still mad, but it's buried under a cry of victory as he guns the engine and speeds on down the road. Alarms are buzzing and ringing left and right, disturbed by the explosive force of those tanks and all the fire. Time to get a move on. But he carries the torch high, howling as they go. Anyone who sees them before they slip out of this time will know exactly what they just accomplished.]
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The flames ripple down toward those fuel tanks, and by the time he comes back to pick her up, just as he's about to reply, they go off. The explosion is almost deafening even from the opposite end of the block, but he laughs and cheers as he waves his torch in the air, and admires the flaming tree like it's a celebratory candelabra.]
Hell yeah it is! Fuck, babe, you did so good. Look at it go!
[He's still mad, but it's buried under a cry of victory as he guns the engine and speeds on down the road. Alarms are buzzing and ringing left and right, disturbed by the explosive force of those tanks and all the fire. Time to get a move on. But he carries the torch high, howling as they go. Anyone who sees them before they slip out of this time will know exactly what they just accomplished.]