It can be so easy to forget that fireworks are actually gunpowder. Until something goes awry and your Happy New Year’s kiss is marred by catastrophic, end-times explosions.
Looks like dude in charge of planning the ‘works here had a little too much pre-midnight “champagne” going on.
Dude. Don’t be doing that for New Year’s Eve! People just want to crane their necks and see pretty flower explode against the night and stuff.
Why’d you have to go and fuck that up for them?
Dude. Can you hear us? Are you there?