So one of us is set to pull the pin.
Then he went back to Warrington's and pulled the pin.
"You don't have the heart for it - you'd never pull the pin."
When we were over the edge of the meadow, I pulled the pin and dropped it through the door.
He held it up against the sky so the others could see, then rolled on his back and pulled the pin.
He has also pulled all but the last pin.
He turned around, picked something else up, pulled the pin.
"I pulled the pin two years ago, and since then I've been mostly working private."
He would pull the pin that held the cylinder in place and let it fall open into his hand.
She pulled the first pin out of her hair.