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The only thing worst than coming home to a pile of empty fire extinguishers, is, coming home to a pile of empty fire extinguishers, and an angry Battalion Chief.
As I walk into my house, everything powdery white. I look at Thor, the Chief, Thor; put down a fresh bowel of BooBerries, shrug my shoulders, and head off to bed. And no, I don't even ask... 'nite.