"Yeah, so it was like that really, and then the pigs came in and started fooling around, kicking and arresting dudes and we were like 'whoa dudes' and they just snapped on the cuffs and kicked shit, only one pig was saying 'Hey stop. Shit, what you doing? You can't kick shit out of these guys', and the other three were laughing and kicking shit, and then he huffed and puffed and they laughed at him. He could sort of see what type of fun they were having. We were all down there on the floor getting kicked, so he shrugged his shoulders – the hard work was done – and joined in.
"This was all except Degger. Degger was hiding out back and watching it all. The pigs all had their backs to him and he was watching - Degger, hatching a plan. See they had missed the wrong guy because Degger is a sick fuck. He's the sickest out of all of us, and it was about, give or take, fifty seconds later that the first pig went up in flames. Then before the rest of them could even stop kicking and look round, they were all on fire. Even the reluctant pig. In fact, he seemed to be burning the quickest. Degger was laughing his arse off. We were all stunned by it. We got up - well as fast as we could with the cuffs on, ran out, with the cuffs still on behind our backs and ran like penguins, laughing out of nerves and screaming a bit, not screaming, murmuring. The pigs were still burning when we left the house. They had dropped to the ground, rolling about in the flames, screaming. Still, you could hear Degger above them, laughing his arse off. There was no tearing him away from the burning pigs."