At one point during the fireworks festival, after a particularly heavy bombardment, I spotted my friend with a curiously glowing hole 3cm wide in the towel taped to the back of his helmet. As I was patting out the flames on his head, I felt my own head knocking forward and turned around to discover some bloke indicating that my helmet too was on fire.
So there we were, three guys in the middle of a thronging horde still reeling from a battering by ten billion mini-rockets, furiously patting each others helmets out...
This story is gonna need some revision on retelling.
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