fic meme!

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So there's this meme that goes around every so often when you make a list of ten characters and then your flist asks you questions about them without knowing who they are. Hilarity ensues. I would like to play this game! So. Ask me questions or provide amusing scenarios, like so: '3 and 7 are trapped in an elevator' or '4, 6, and 10: space opera!'

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It was a strange sight indeed. Three firetrucks and two ambulances, as well as several police officers, were all parked around a large area in the middle of the woods that was completely burned out. Along the edges were some partially burned trees, but everything within the area had been disintegrated. Helicopters were flying overhead, searching the surrounding area and making sure that there were no more fires. Everyone was busy working, trying to clean up this terrible mess.

Nearby, two men sat on a partially-burnt log. The younger of the two, who was more of a teenage boy than a man, had horribly burned clothes (to the point where they were more scraps of cloth than clothes, really) but not a single mark on his body. The older of the pair, a man in his fifties, was unharmed except for some singed hair and partially, burned sleeves. They sat there for a while, watching everyone around them.

It was the younger one who spoke first. "You know, I don't think you're supposed to use gasoline on a campfire."

"Nonsense," the older man scoffed, "It's not about the chemical compound, it's about the quantity." After a pause, he shrugged and added, "Though we could have used a little less, to be sure. Three gallons was a bit of an overkill."