*Admiral Trouser, seriously regretting that he hadn't found this thread earlier so he could keep a tag on the proceedings, surveys the carnage before him. He looks up at a rather sheepish-looking Divine Shadow, and then back down at the smouldering craters and wrecked Post Offices. He sighs a heavy sigh, steps close to Shadow and co, and utters:*
You're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!
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