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blow the station up!
"Lord forgive me," you say to no one in particular as you un-bung the 50 gallon drum of kerosene you found behind the gas station and kick it toward the fuel pumps, "but it's time to go back to tha old me."
Dropping a match into a trail of flammable liquid leading to a huge drum is never a good idea, but all that experience from your old days has proven itself valuable today. The attendant didn't even notice your sabotage until the match hits the trail of Kerosene and it lights with a WUMP.
Speaking of the experience from your old days, you know it's a better idea to run from the imminent explosion instead of stand there and watch the fire blaze its way toward the mostly full drum of fuel.