My smoke detector went off the other day in the middle of the night. I couldn't get it off, so I ended up breaking it. There was no fire. There was no carbon monoxide. The only thing hot was my face from anger. Piss off, fire detectors!
Okay.. Well once upon a time, there was a smoke detector. It went off, so I stabbed it in the face. Then it died, but the owner did not realize that it was needed to be replaced, so he was very upset, so he was very aggravated. So the next day, I had went to buy a new one, and a realized that I had to have it reinspected because of where I live.. Then I realized I don't have a battery in the one in the main hall.. So I had to go back home and put batteries in it, and then go back.
And then a dragon came in my house while I was at the store. It ended up using its fiery atomic breath to disintegrate my furniture. It's a shame that I had to break my smoke detector, because of the fact I live near a hostile dragon nest, and my car is actually a baby dragon.
I end up driving my dragon to the store, and I get my fire detectors I come back home and I realized my house is gone. It's a good thing ive lived ere for awhile and always remembered what my mother had said. Always pack heat. I got a baby dragon, and a wooden sword. It's time for war.