Meanwhile, Taco the Octopus Candroid has sprung to their defense, squirting ink at the pink lighter roach. It doesn't seem to be quite effective.

More effective--at least with dealing with the flames--is Rhonda and her fire extinguisher. Supper, however, has been thoroughly ruined, soaked with chemicals as it is. And luckily she doesn't seem to notice the floating robot, possibly because it's out of her direct line of sight.

There is a small fireball on the wall at the demise of the bright green lighter roach under the cast-iron frying pan. Its wielder, Eugene, is quite thoroughly distracted, however.

"Mort? Mort, are you okay? Mort!"