LUREEN:
((Tears her attention reluctantly away from the colourful buckets))
Ah...where was I? Oh, yes, Jack kicked over the bucket, an it fell into the fire, and the whiskey went up in flames, an there was also a pot of body butter that he was warming up, and it caught on fire too, so he grabbed a warshrag to put it out, but a big wind came up, and blew the fire over onto the shotgun shells, which exploded and knocked him over...
No, wait, I got it all wrong! That isn't how it happened at all!!