I nuked London and Birminghan.
Why?
It started when met her. Just fatter than a thin strip of bacon, and hotter than a bitter cup of coffee. Me and my mate MCG had to pull this black dude out for showing a piece, it was a rave, shit, maybe 15 years ago now. MCG is a professional photographer these days, he fucks only legals nowadays, usually when their pupils are fucking their corneas.
Anyway, the guys who payed us on that particulate knees-up, weren't massively happy about potential death, so we pumped him (the gun guy!) with a fuck-ton of acid, strapped him to a huge speaker and left him alone with his thoughts.