"You want to do what?"

Mike stares at Stella like she's the total twit he thinks she is.

"Flaming torches. In my program. It'll be fantastic! At the circus, we…"

No one should ever start a sentence with those words. Mike waves her away. "Whatever, fine. I don't give a shit."

Two hours and fourteen pairs of torches later, though, his hangover is forgotten. The ice rink has become a half-melted mess covered in soggy torches and scorch marks. Stella looks like a bedraggled, drowned, burned, mortified, bruised rat, and Mike has everything on video.

His job is fucking awesome.

MUAHAHA! That's so EVIL! <3333 And now I want to see Simone Steinkamp's face when she sees the rink. Or I want to watch Mike's video. <333

BWHAHAHAHAHAHA
Oh I love it! I love that Stella didn't think it through, that she couldn't even get close to making it work and Mike, for taping each and every minute of it.
And the image at the end - GOLD!

BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOL I LOVE HOW MANY OF THE 100 WORDS ARE GIVEN OVER TO ADJECTIVE ABUSE OF STELLA.

Mike's job is not all that's awesome. <333333333333