"Hey looks guys, his fire's gone out. I wonder if I can light it again?"
Yes, the flame on poor little Charmander's tail went out after a bit, plunging the lounge in darkness. So we decided to light it again, with a cigarette lighter an a bottle-o-meths.
"Hey Charmander, don't you know that smoking's bad for your health?!"
The crusty, smouldering husk that until thisarvo was a bouncy, cute, happy little pain in the neck. (No, not me; the things I'm holding, dumbass.)
Gotta Kill 'em ALL!