Save the desk you need it for... reason.

You throw a pile of dirt on the flaming desk. Well done. You did it.

You've successfully achieve mankind's eternal dream of combining desk, fire, and dirt into a fiery desk with dirt on it.

"Okay, yeah, that seems fair," Mute says, holding out the palm of his hand as if conceding to a well made argument. "Don't really know what I expected."

You'd like to reply something witty, instead you say, "Aaaagh! Crap, I'm on fire!!! Help!" As the grease on your overalls catches on fire, too.