[ A giggle, high-pitched and sweet, meets that question. Again, her laughter sounds slightly off, as if it's between clenched teeth, but it's not anger eddying beneath.

It's joy, vindictive and cruel, hidden by the lilt of her accent and musical quality of her speech. ]

Fireworks. Dazzling, wonderful, loud fireworks. We'll wash the sky in a red light that they'll never forget.

What you did at Sugar Point will be child's play compared to this.