Right after an explosion, smoke starts to lift and the perpetrator is unseen.
The act of rebellion impresses me all the time. Teachers would scatter and hunt but it's always an amazing disappearing act, like the breath of napalm. Don't get me wrong, I know it's criminal. It's so funny that only a few people actually got out to catch them. Maybe they appreciated the jolt of celebration during these boring days of the fasting month.
This one's outside the staffroom next to the prncipal's office.
Whenever you feel you want to let a barrage of bombs, play this song. Fire them up in the finale and make it a blast! (for more desired effect, start at 3:06 ^_^)
Tchaikovsky 1812 overture (finale)
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