[ Everything is on fire. Oh gods. Everything is on fire. Leo is on fire, it's like the human torch, if the human torch was small and had pointy ears and was currently running around shouting colorful phrases while trying to stomp out the fires currently springing up all over his "workshop" (which is really just an old abandoned Cybertronian building somewhere in the West). Except Leo is on fire, so stomping on the fires is accomplishing the opposite of what he wants. ]
[ FIRE IS NOT A GOOD PRESENT TO GIVE YOUR CHILDREN, HEPHAESTUS. THAT'S LIKE, THE OPPOSITE OF A PRESENT. ]
[ BUT YOU KNOW THIS WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN A PROBLEM IF LEO HADN'T TRIED BENDING IT. THIS WAS A MISTAKE. LEO REGRETS EVERYTHING. ]
[ It's okay, Leo can fix this, he can - Leo where did you get that fire extinguisher, it's literally as big as you, Leo no, Leo don't, Leo - Leo Valdez turns the giant fire extinguisher on, and it's kind of like a rocket because it promptly launches him into the ceiling with a sharp thud. Then he sort of shoots unsteadily around the room for a few seconds before hitting the ground again. He lays on his back and contemplates where this all went horribly wrong while the fire extinguisher spins in circles, shooting white foam (infinite white foam, how is there this much foam) everywhere, including at him. ]
[ Leo is now the only thing in the room that's not on fire. Now he looks like a snowman. A scrawny, smoking snowman made of foam. ]
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[ FIRE IS NOT A GOOD PRESENT TO GIVE YOUR CHILDREN, HEPHAESTUS. THAT'S LIKE, THE OPPOSITE OF A PRESENT. ]
[ BUT YOU KNOW THIS WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN A PROBLEM IF LEO HADN'T TRIED BENDING IT. THIS WAS A MISTAKE. LEO REGRETS EVERYTHING. ]
[ It's okay, Leo can fix this, he can - Leo where did you get that fire extinguisher, it's literally as big as you, Leo no, Leo don't, Leo - Leo Valdez turns the giant fire extinguisher on, and it's kind of like a rocket because it promptly launches him into the ceiling with a sharp thud. Then he sort of shoots unsteadily around the room for a few seconds before hitting the ground again. He lays on his back and contemplates where this all went horribly wrong while the fire extinguisher spins in circles, shooting white foam (infinite white foam, how is there this much foam) everywhere, including at him. ]
[ Leo is now the only thing in the room that's not on fire. Now he looks like a snowman. A scrawny, smoking snowman made of foam. ]