It was a normal day at Strickland Propane. Hank was busy scrubbing the propane tanks when Dale walked up.

"Sup Hank?" he said, smoking a cigarette. Hank got wide eyed.

"BWAAAAAH! DAMN IT DALE! PUT OUT THAT DAMN CIGARETTE BEFORE YOU GET US ALL KILLED, YA GIBLET HEAD!"

But it was too late. The cigarette smoke caused all of the tanks of propane to explode. In mere seconds, Strickland Propane was in flames. Screams erupted as people ran around in circles and rolled on the ground in vain.

"I'm on fire and it don't feel too good, honey" Joe Jack said in a monotonous voice as he fell on the ground and burned to death.

"AY YIYIYIYIYI!" Enrique yelled as he flopped like a flounder.

Debbie ran out of the office with no clothes on, screaming as her hair burned away. Now completely bald and naked, she ran out of the parking lot and down the street until she got hit by a car.

Buck Strickland also wallowed out of the office, his pants still down.

"GAWD DAMMIT OL TOP! I PAY YOU TO PREVENT THESE THANGS FROM HAPNIN!" Buck waddled out the door and into the parking lot but tripped and hit his head on the asphalt. He spasmed and shook as he died from severe head trauma and blood loss.

All of the customers inside the building screamed as they burnt to a black crisp. Before long the entire vicinity was nothing but ash. Lifeless charred corpses lay all over the place and the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

"Dale, you jackass..." Hank said, kicking Dale's ass.

THE END