Day One Hundred Twenty Seven:
We taped the entire box of matches with the match head part facing down to the inside of the front door. Taped the match box strike panel for the matches on the ground right behind them. Then we spent at least an hour taping all of the nails to both of the propane tanks. Some were strips with the nails facing out all pointy like, some were flat since... neither of us were really sure how explosion science works.
All that was left was to set the timer on the clock, turn the valve for each propane tank, open the front door a little bit, and run like hell.
We ran as quickly and as quietly as we could for seven minutes and six seconds (get it?) before we heard the explosion. My only regret is that I'll never know how many of them we killed, or stomp on the heads of the ones still alive. But I decided to believe that we got the one that got AJ.
My hope now is that the ones that weren't blown to hell will be too interested in eating their nail fried friends to worry about tracking down the two of us. Hey, maybe some of them will choke to death on the nails! I hadn't thought of that till just now. Here's to hoping.
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