Last night I, my brother, and about 12 others brought together 20 dozen sets of tenball roman candles and went to war. Soon the cop across the street from my brother's friends house unleashed his arsenal and it was us against us against him. There's now a hole in the leg of my Santa suit, which is a halloween phone number machine, but that's ok because afterwards, I swung by my girlfriend's, watched all three Evildead movies, in which she passed out during the second.