Bottle bombs
Of course I put in a bit more priming sugar. Why would I want flat beer?
Max and Paul are crawling low across the floor. Paul wears a pot as a helmet. Max: Carefully... Paul: Shhht! Noises come from where Max and Paul were crawling to, and bottle caps and pieces of broken bottles fly over their heads. Pop! Kaboom! Crack! Crash! Max: Retreat! Retreat! Paul: Quick, behind the couch! Paul, behind the couch, while the enemy fire continues: Told you it was the priming sugar for the whole bucket, not for each bottle.
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