(Ricky ignites a suspiciously silver looking cigarette while Cory and Trevor stand glumly in the background covered in third-degree burns)
"We had it all worked out to make a shitload of cash with Julian's chrome bong idea but the jiminy fucknut twins over there cocked up the fuckity-fucking joystock for the crane comtrols and dumped the aluni-mom smeller all over the goddamn place! Nice fucking work boys, you're dumb as FUCK!"
It's the "everything is fine until someone makes a small mistake and you're all instantly immolated" part that gets me. Like that video of the guy who tested his lighter on the giant roll of cotton.