The spinkler system! Brilliant! Nothing cools down a hot head like a cold shower. Unfortunately, you left your oily rags at home, so the dentures in your hand will have to do. You pull out your trusty Care Bears zippo and give it a light.

You had assumed that the still-moist dentures would take a little finagling before they would ignite. To your surprise, the vapor from the rotting, half-chewed foodstuffs, wood shavings, and other identifiably filth coating the teeth ignites before you get your lighter anywhere near the teeth. You hurriedly drop the burning teeth and carefully scoot them under the nearest sprinkler. Cletus chastises you with a very put-upon, "Aw, come on, man!" Sorry bunky, you think to yourself, the time for forgiveness has passed!

The flames lick the bottom of the sprinkler head, but still nothing happens. Cletus catches you looking up at the sprinkler and answers your unasked question:

"What, that? Oh, we got rid of those. Water's not good for the equipment, so we..."

Cletus is cut off by a deafening klaxon. A number of large pipes along the edge of the ceiling suddenly open, flooding the room with flame-retardant foam. Yes, flooding is really the only way to describe it, because it isn't draining out quite as fast as you'd think. Cletus and the monster are swallowed up quickly, and for that, you're grateful. I mean, how bummed would you have been to be smothered by unusually thick safety foam before that murderous jackass. Yeah, lucky you.

THAT WAS A RETARDANT THING TO DO! START OVER!!!