Then we'd destroy the whole club. The Haters managed to trash venues for a good 15 years before finally wearing out every single welcome in the contiguous lower 48. Detonating one final smoke bomb, they managed to escape out the back before the entire club, as well as the building next door, had to be evacuated. Knowledge is the wreckage of mystery. Knowledge is the predictability of tendencies which reoccur most often.
Explosions can change everything.
And the Haters love blowing things up.