Oh, shit. Anthony quickly put his boots back on, and ran to the kitchen. It was painful, but it was going to be even more painful if this entire place burned down. Sure enough, there was fire. Not a lot, but more than enough to freak Anthony out. It took a moment for him to actually comprehend the fact that there was an actual fire in his house, but when he did.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he whined, immediately going off in search of some water, or actually anything he could possibly douse a fire with. It was good for him, then, that he quickly got himself some water he immediately splashed over the wall.