What, he's not allowed to curse in his own nightmares? Who made that rule? Crichton shakes his head as he stuffs another handful of popcorn into his comically wide mouth.

"Eeeeey," he cheers when Wayne summons that burning rope and drops his popcorn bucket to pull a giant weenie roasting stick out of his pocket instead--with the hotdogs already on the end.

Harvey looks less than amused where he stands, bound in flaming ropes, the leather of his suit crackling and bubbling in the heat. His face is beginning to drip like melting wax. Somehow, he can still grin with his crocodile teeth. "You cannot destroy me. Not without destroying Crichton."

"Shuddup!" Crichton whaps Harvey on the head with his roasting stick. "Burn already you devil."