Maybe launch an after-dinner Roman Candle or two for a little pizzazz. I like to draw you in with a couple of sparklers at twilight. I’m not one to brag, but torturing people with random acts of fireworks is kind of my thing.
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I hope you’ll indulge me in my moment of triumph. I’ve got you right where I want you: Exhausted. Regardless, I’m delighted to announce that after months of dedication, my persistence has paid off. I’m certainly not a member of a large firework syndicate funded by Russian oligarchs, intent on fostering national chaos and disrupting the upcoming election through a campaign of never-ending, ill-timed illuminations. How could I afford such an expense? Don’t worry about it. You fools! While you were busy worrying about a global pandemic, battling racial inequality, and saving your pennies in preparation for the country’s cannonball into economic ruin, I was off buying up every last bottle rocket in North America.
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Kneel before me and embrace me as your all-powerful firework overlord! I am the destroyer of movie climaxes! Traumatizer of pets! Disruptor of sleep cycles! And all shall suffer my wrath. I stand before you now, not as the pushover neighbor whose recycling bins everyone steals, but as a conquering hero. Look who came crawling across the street, begging for mercy.įor those who don’t already know me: My name is Frank, I live in the little blue bungalow at the end of the street, and for the last four months I’ve been terrorizing the neighborhood with nightly firework displays, strategically designed to exhaust you into submission.įueled by boredom, revenge, and armed with 600 pounds of illegally-obtained pyrotechnics, I have assaulted your senses and assumed control of these streets.