026: THAT'S PYROKINESIS, MAYFIELD!

[ra_ra_razputin]

[MERRY CHRISTMAS.

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

EVERY MAILBOX ON BRADY LANE IS ON FIRE.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

here's hoping it doesn't spread!

If you're wondering, the perpetrator is standing outside 339 Brady, warming his hands on his handiwork. Ah, fire, is there anything it's not good for?]

Comments

AW YEAH

[monk_of_keyfu]

By the bottomless barbecue pit! The braided lane has become a pyre of postage!

[There is now a cross-eyed grinning man feverishly trying to toss snow onto one of the nearby mailboxes. This is utterly failing to do anything to stop the fire.]

yessss

[ra_ra_razputin]

Hey, hey! The fire's a good thing! Promise!

[monk_of_keyfu]

I most heartily disagree, my flatulent firebug!

[... Did he just call Razputin a flamethrower? Nevertheless, he keeps trying to pile on snow! All he's doing is creating a wet mess around the burning mailbox.]

The undiscovered country lies within these porterhouses of parcels!

[ra_ra_razputin]

No! I thought I'd light everybody a fire since it's really cold out and there's no ele- did you just call me flatulent?

[monk_of_keyfu]

My pint-sized plasma plume, I speak of the long arm of your arsonry!

[Definitely a puddle forming around that mailbox now.]