The drunk biggers in the house started a countdown.
Ten, nine, eight…
At one nothing happened, and Big set out across the wet garden to see what was wrong.
Luckily for him, he had only gone about three paces when there came a flash and a bang and the ‘rocket launcher’ lurched to one side as the big flaming thing flew…
…straight towards the revellers gathered on the balcony.
The biggers threw themselves to the ground as the firework flashed through the open doors and exploded dramatically in the middle of the room.
Mayhem ensued, watched by the curious nomes.
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