Chapter 15
by 
Alexleigh
What's next?
Throw some dirt on that stool, that dirty, dirty stool!
You throw some dirt on the flaming stool. Well done.
You did it. Now the stool, Mute's shirt, and the desk, are all still burning - but - there's dirt everywhere, too.
"Okay, yeah, that seems fair," Mute says, holding out the palm of his hand as if concrescence to a well made argument. "Don't really know what I expected."
You'd like to reply something witty, instead you say, "Aaaagh! I'm on fire! Help me, Mute!" As you failed to consider your distance to the fire and all the oil stains on your overalls.