So the moral here seems to be don't light a bunch of fireworks and stuff them down your pants, or it might hurt your mannequin? I don't know I'm kinda drunk and not really paying attention.
Actually thanks to the drunkenness and zoning out, the last two minutes were extremely tense. I kept waiting for disaster to strike.
When I was a kid I got to play with the big stuff. Watching a 5 gallon bucket full of water disappear into a smoking crater was all the safety instruction I needed.