User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150422031259

Ten: YOW! Jack, you arsonistic sod! Was that you?!

Jack: Was what me? I didn't do anything.

Queen: Focus, you dimwits.

(The lone mare in the group, Queen, lights a Molotov cocktail and tosses it at the hiding cops. It explodes, setting fire to that immediate area, pinning them down further. Ten, however, aims his submachine gun in the general direction of whatever burned his hindquarters.)

Jack: If you aim that thing at me, I'm shoving it down your throat barrel-first.