I wish I were talking about fireworks. It was more like—you know those Heaven Scent fellas, right? The ones that cloned Luke? Well, before they got around to that cloning thing, they were selling perfume at the Swear-In.

[A beat.]

The gazebo they were selling all that perfume in exploded. Couldn't get the smell out for days. [He's not exaggerating this time. The scent just kept hanging around him, no matter how much showering he did.]