The fall of Mankind.
Disclaimer: If you really want to sue me, please look at my room, slam your head on a wall, then hand me a hundred dollar bill.
WELL WHY NOT?
"Hey Trunks? What's that?"
"That, Goten, would be liter fluid and matches."
"Oh."
And like spaghetti to a hippo an idea hit.
"Hey Goten, want to see a cool trick?"
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"This was all your fault."
Author's note: This is what happens when I don't find my mom's chocolate stash in time.