The world was turning into a ball of dirty smoke.

Another catapult sent a cloud of dirty black smoke into the sky.

Next, a pall of dirty yellow smoke surrounded the entire planet.

A gout of flame and dirty brown smoke told him that he had made a direct hit again.

A few seconds later they heard a loud crump, and dirty black smoke began to climb up into the air.

A twisting, trailing path of dirty black smoke marked their passage through the air.

A glowing ball was tearing toward him low over the ground, leaving a trail of dirty smoke.

Behind him, dirty brown smoke stained the sky as the fire spread.

He still thought he was going to write his name in dirty gray smoke across the pages of the history books.

Sprinkle me with it and I'll go up in a puff of dirty smoke.