JB: {{Looking at the bed}} You sleep in an asbestos suit?

GT: My greatest fear is burning to death in my sleep.

JB: Don't you think that's a bit irrational? Perhaps a session with Gene is called for.

GT: Irrational? More like a healthy respect for where I live, or do you forget why 99% of fires in New Cirra are classified as being "Acts of Goddess"?

Just then, the Goddess (GC) walks in.

GC: Would you two hurry up?

GT: Funny, we only said your name twice.

JB: {{Muttering}} Hastur, Hastur--

GC: {{Interrupting}} HEY! Let's not bring that party pooper into the picture.

JB: Sorry Goddess.

GC: Now, did Tillamook pick his one useless item?

GT: I was just showing Jason my new place.

GC: That's a waste of time, it's just going to burn down in the next Burning-- Oops!

GT: What?!? I knew it! It *is* rigged!

GC: Nonsense! Obviously since your home has been *randomly* chosen three straight times, it will be *randomly* chosen this year too.

JB: I don't think that's how probability works.

GC: Oh? So you're taking Pterodactyl's side?

GT: (Wait, pterodactyl doesn't start with a 'T'.)

GC: (Technicalities, technicalities...)

JB: I'm not taking anyone's side. I'm just an impartial observer.

GT: It doesn't matter if my place is so-called "randomly" chosen this year. This building is designed to be flame-proof.

GC: {{Arching eyebrows}} Oh really?

GT: Yup.

GC: You do know that *everything* burns?

GT: Do your worst.

GC: {{Walking around Gerry}} So how do you want it, Tumbleweed? Nice and slow, or hard and fast?

GT: {{Mocking}} Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots.

JB: {{Trying to head off the impending disaster}} Say Goddess, that's a trendy blouse you have on! Did you get at the Gap (for Goddesses)?