"No, this is the perfect time." He quickly gestured down towards the river before grabbing the box again. "Bonfires everywhere. I'm burning this all to the ground, dumping the ashes in the river, and digging a nice, big hole for the leftovers." Not all of it would burn, and he couldn't always predict what would survive and what wouldn't-- dream objects had their own rules--- but enough of it would be destroyed to justify this pain in the ass. More accurately, pain in the back. The pain in the ass was Blue.

And Chainsaw. He was still sore about her. Just like she was still playing happily with their friend. Her friend. He meant her friend.