“Yeah,
so it was like that really, and then the pigs came in and started
fooling around, kicking and arresting dudes and we were like 'whoa
dudes' and they just snapped on the cuffs and kicked s**t, only one
pig was saying 'Hey stop. S**t, what you doing? You can't kick s**t
out of these guys', and the other three were laughing and kicking
s**t, and then he huffed and puffed and they laughed at him. He could
sort of see what type of fun they were having. We were all down there
on the floor getting kicked, so he shrugged his shoulders - the
hard work was done - and joined in.
“This was all except Degger. Degger was hiding out back and
watching it all. The pigs all had their backs to him and he was
watching - Degger, hatching a plan. See they had missed the wrong guy
because Degger is a sick f**k. He's the sickest out of all of us, and
it was about, give or take, fifty seconds later that the first pig
went up in flames. Then before the rest of them could even stop
kicking and look round, they were all on fire. Even the reluctant
pig. In fact, he seemed to be burning the quickest. Degger was
laughing his arse off. We were all stunned by it. We got up - well
as fast as we could with the cuffs on, ran out, with the
cuffs still on behind our backs and ran like penguins, laughing out
of nerves and screaming a bit, not screaming, murmuring. The pigs
were still burning when we left the house. They had dropped to the
ground, rolling about in the flames, screaming. Still, you could hear
Degger above them, laughing his arse off. There was no tearing him
away from the burning pigs.”