>Since when did we have two lighters.
> Since about... 3 seconds ago, give or take.
>Well, we already know how to fix that. Repeat the previous successful confusion-clearing action. Oughta freak the grunts out goo, too.
> You know just what to do!
>Blow up ourselves completely, but MAKE SURE Lighter doesn't panic from us doing so.
> "Lighter, don't panic," you command. You then proceed to blow yourself up completely.
> You immediately regret this decision. And by immediately, you mean whenever you regained consciousness again. Couldn't have been too long though, because the grunts are still here. Well, not really here per-se, but the last 4 grunts are fleeing. And screaming. You aren't in any condition to chase after them, blowing yourself up like that has consequences you haven't completely reformed from. Your bag was blown about 30 feet away and is smouldering, the forest around you is blazing, and you're still missing an arm and a leg.
> Well, the first two grunts are still here at least. You think they'll be out for a while. Lighter doesn't look too hot himself, he's surprisingly green for an orange lizard.
> The current surroundings are as follows: There is a nearby grove on fire to your right. The grunts are right in front of you, on a grassy area near the ocean, which is to your left. In the far distance the shore curves northward. Along the shoreline you see a pier, it's a good 5 miles off at least, you don't see anyone on it but it's far enough away that you can't be sure.
>_