Yes, they deserved to die and I hope they burn in hell!
In a word, Brian, what is this job all about?
Fire.
Whoa, so this is heat. I love it.
It’s out of control, and it’s coming your way. You got about fifteen minutes. Now, they wanna try somethin’. They wanna blow those water tanks two floors above you. They think it might kill the fire.
It’s a living thing, Brian. It breathes, it eats, and it hates. The only way to beat it is to think like it. To know that this flame will spread this way across the door and up across the ceiling, not because of the physics of flammable liquids, but because it wants to. Some guys on this job, the fire owns them, makes 'em fight it on it’s level, but the only way to truly kill it is to love it a little.
Get out of here, you bastard! I’ll burn you up! I’ll fry you!
You wanna know how I got these scars?
I popped the weasel!
P-p-please, Eddie. You know there’s no justice for toons anymore. If the weasels get their hands on me, I’m as good as dipped.
For years, women have been ridiculed, pampered, chucked under the chin. I ask you, on behalf of us all, be fair to the fair sex.
We decided to make it female so it would be more docile and controllable.
Not cool, rabbit! My tax dollars pay your salary!
Oooo, you wascawwy wabbit!
Well, I turned around and here was this big six-foot rabbit leaning up against a lamp-post
Attention! Attention! Ladies and gentlemen, attention! There is a herd of killer rabbits headed this way and we desperately need your help!
He soon happened upon the cute and fuzzy bunny gang.
First they took my legs off and threw them over there! Then they tore my chest out and threw it over there!
General Woundwort’s body was never found. It could be that he still lives his fierce life somewhere else. But from that day on, mother rabbits would tell their kittens that if they did not do as they were told, the General would get them.
Well. say hello. Harvey.
Ehhhh, what’s up, Doc?