~gets out a motherfucker of a flamethrower~
~torches the lot~
I may love you, but you're not fucking perfect, you bastards.
Ah, what the hell. ~explodes the whole of Duran~ There. Now my reason for living is blown to bits, perhaps I can get on with things.
~watches Nick's hair, impervious to every explosive thanks to being dyed so many times, float down from the rafters and land at her feet~
~leaves the 'Tiger Tiger' warehouse~
~folds up and cries~