Following the explosion of the Hummers being blown to bits, followed by a good chunk of the driveway and the garage being torn away by the explosion as well, was the eerie sound of silence.
Needless to say, this would be a good time to call it quits and go home, but by the sound of things, this wasn't going to be an ordinary I hate you, you hate me, I'll fucking kill you, then go home kind of fight.
This was a fight between two psychos. There was no way else to say it.
The front door to the house was slammed open, revealing Psycho #2, with a dress shirt that suspiciously looked like the sleeve had been burnt off. Big Oil was no stranger to fire, especially when heating oil and car bombs were concerned, but in his house? On his property?!?
"The FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" came the unearthly screech of Big Oil's before he cocked his shotgun and fired straight at where he could see that plant-burning cocky son of a bitch that had just cost him three new Humvees.