"Scorch, could we talk this over?" asked my friend, Blaster. "Why should we? bạn know that I hate water!!!" "Scorch, Blaster!!! Stop now!!!" yelled Earthquake. Why must he act like he's the mature one here when none of us are? I thought. "Earthquake, I'm going to kill Blaster one ngày and bạn know it!!" Earthquake looked at me with a strange look. "Scorch, you're not going to kill him. bạn say things and bạn never do them." Of course as usual he was right. Why must he always be right? "Hey did anyone else hear something?" asked Blaster. Earthquake and I exchanged glances. "We didn't hear anything Blaster." đã đưa ý kiến Earthquake. Then how come he did? I asked myself. "Hm... I'm going to follow the sound." đã đưa ý kiến Blaster. Then he ran as fast as he could after the sound. "Scorch, should we go after him?" asked Earthquake. "No, just let him. If he gets in trouble, he'll come running back like a cheetah with a sugar rush." I don't know why but I always đã đưa ý kiến this about Blaster. Then we both heard a big crash. I really hope that was a chemical plant explosion... I thought. And then that's when everything went down hill...