It's your turn to wash the dishes.

Set all other switches as you would for train bombing. […] When bombs are released they then drop in proper sequence.

She, tinſel'd o'er in robes of varying hues, / With ſelf-applauſe her wild creation views, / Sees momentary monſters riſe and fall, / And with her own fools-colours gilds them all.

Yet still while I have got / Enough to pay the shot / Of Boniface, both gruff and greedy O!