Something must've been going wrong there. Things don't get set on fire by themselves.

[Something goes pop.]

[Blake wasn't expecting the kid to yank his leg off.]

[Blake looks at it for a long time, with growing unease.]

Kid. I don't know how to break this to you, but that's a chunk of wood.

[He's distracted by the notion of squid, and the place's predictably weird name.]

Yeah, that sounds trustworthy.

Shit. I'm desperate enough to give it a shot.