That reminds me of this one time I had about oh, 60 bottle rockets from out of state (they're illegal here in Virginia, bastards!) to celebrate the Fourth of July. I have a friend who is about 20 and he and I rigged this -blam!- little cat doll that went with a Barbie set that my family had bought to blow up and burn, with 16 bottle rockets glued on with some super glue that smoked when you applied it. First we glued together four sets of bottle rockets to add up to 16. Then, we glued two four packs on each side of the toy. We twisted the wicks together so lighting them all would be easier. Once the glue dried, we took it out to a big field, just to make sure if the thing didn't work and we wouldn't end up putting a house on fire or something. I took one side, my friend the other. We both had lighters in each hand to simultaneously light every bundle of bottle rockets. Once lit, we ran a good twenty feet away and stood behind his car. It ends up we didn't light them all up at the same time. One of the bundles shot off and the cat doll started spinning really really fast on the ground. The other two on the otherside went off a few seconds later sending the unfortunate cat spiralling fifteen feet into the air. The fourth one never let, it just exploeded with the first one that went off. The explosions from those eight tied up bottle rockets shot that cat down to the ground at high speed, where the other two bundles finally exploded into a big heap of melting, slowly burning plastic. It was one of the most satisfying things I have ever done so far. There was this other time the same friend and I drove to Target and picked up a couple of road flares. We used them to burn away the remains of the Barbie dolls we had slaughtered during the 4th of July. What a great time that was...*sighs deeply*.