Local knucklehead Mike could blow flames with lighter fluid. The crown was loving it. "Oohs and ahhs" all around for the young man. He needed to step it up. An encore was necessary. It was as if the Eagles had just finished "Take It To the Limit," and the crowd is now waiting with baited breath for "Hotel California."

Give 'em what they want Mike! Hey, there's some gasoline. That should work. No way this heads south and turns into a final scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark situation. Mike's face isn't going to get melted like candle wax, is it?



Let's see, 9, 1, 1. Okay, they're coming Mike. I think that's your nose next to the gas can.