"I feel like doing something stupid which will most likely get me killed," I told Fawriel. "Go to Antifoo and save."
Fawriel grunted. "Can't you do anything yourself?!"
"No. Go save."
Fawriel succumbed to my authority and teleported. Two or three seconds later he appeared again. Assuming that he had saved, I decided it was time to put my wicked awesome plan into action!
I dashed out of the laundromat and faced the wall of fire. We engaged in a staring contest, each of us waiting for the other to make the first move. Beads of sweat formed on my brow, contrary to the fact that rabbits retain nearly all water that enters their body. I stood poised, waiting... waiting... waiting...
Finally, I caught him off-guard! "Magical mojo, NO-MOE!" I shouted. "Anti-magic!" I was instantly imbued with a magic-proof layer of non-magical magic. Now feeling confident that nothing could kill me, I ran towards the wall of fire and DRAMATICALLY leapt into its lashing flames! I then let out a yelp of extreme pain, and ran back to the laundromat like a rabbit set on fire. Most likely because I was a rabbit set on fire, but keep in mind that I was a sexy rabbit set on fire. Sexy like a fox. I'm not quite sure where I'm going this. Anyway, I pushed some random Canadian away from their washing machine and leapt into it, bunny-bum first. The water in the machine extinguished the flaming me, as water tends to be bad for fire.
"That was pretty cool," Araches said as I rejoined the crew, now with a smoldering hole in the back of my pants. "Do it again."
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