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My son is a Hero. An actual Hero. There was a emergency yesterday and they had to turn off the gas, and didn't turn it back on until today. They came in to light the stove poilet light and turned on the stove and didn't check it first. There was a pizza box in the oven. Smoke was pouring out of the oven, and flames. I was laying in my bed, and Damon yelled, "DAD YOU NEED TO COME SEE THIS NOW!" I came out, and almost shit my pants. I opened the oven because it had flames pouring out, threw water on it, opened the door, wondows, and sliding door. Grabbed the nearest sweater, and oven mit, and pulled a still burning, flaiming, pizza box out of the oven, and took it outside. I went to the nearest hose spicket and turned it on to put it out. Then I found the nearest maintance guy, and chewed him out. So My Son Is A Hero. Three chears. HIPHIP HAZZAH, HIPHIP HAZZAH, HIPHIP HAZZAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!