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I got him covered.
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Hit it.
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What's up, Omar?
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Lieutenant Severide, CFD.
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Oh, geez.
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Damn barbecue. Didn't know the gas was on and boom.
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- Lucky I'm alive. - Where were you standing?
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Right in front of the grill, trying to light it.
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Then how'd you burn your legs?
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I don't know.
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It was a big ol' fireball, though.
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Those aren't barbecue burns, Omar.