Brnin8r wrote:
As Micheal threw the makeshift molotov, the other bimbos gazed at its fiery journey over their heads. "Oooooh" some said "Aaaah" said others. Although...since the bottle of cleaner was plastic it didn't have the spreading power of a glass bottle. It bounced on the ground which lit on fire a little as the cleaner leaded onto the rag. The scene seemed rather anti-climactic until the bottle exploded with the heat. The circle of fire began to spread as splashes of cleaner shot about fifteen feet. Some bimbos caught fire, though not many. The other bimbos shrieked at the spectacle and they all shambled toward the bright light of the chemical burn.
(Wow...I am seeing that in my head and in awe at what happen. haha)
Micheal just stood there watching the bimbos as they awed at the fire. He admitted that he wasn't sure if that was going to work. Heck he was actually worried that he was going to be screwed there. Though he did took a moment to watch the explosion and made sure that they were distracted enough. Micheal at once ripped another rag and dig though his bag for another cleaner bottle as he ran over to the drain pipe. He then place it into his pocket as he place one leg over the roof and began to take a firm hold on the pipe.
"Here goes nothing," said Micheal as he began to slide down the pipe hoping for the best.