"Sir, i think they're about to fire the"--*BANG*, as the echo of an explosion from an erupting cannon shot out across the valley.
"David," shouted his mom, "I need you to get a few things from the grocery store: apples, butter, bread, and a treadmill."
The Radioshack window shattered into thousands of pieces; a thrown brick soared through the room and landed on a small child.
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