[endgame]
Whoa! Whoa there. That? Is some nice use of fire. Oh, wait, no, bad use, cuz some of you are flamable...hrm...
Eh, you, little dude with the fire, up here. The rest of you, chill out. I got this.
[the fog lifts so that you can see a little further out, and some lava turtles set up a pile of towels, as well as pitchers of mai tais and white russians, and trays of small skewers of smoked meat and tropical fruit. however, boomer, try as he might, cannot go near it, nor partake.]