Lyle didn't mean to do it. That was very important. He'd started off thinking his usual masturbatory fantasies: Jack Bauer, which led to the president from 24, which led to car insurance commercials, which led to cavemen, which led to the guy that blew up his house. Sure, the guy nearly killed his sister and his dad, but one couldn't deny that when those big, manly hands started glowing it was, well it was hot. And then he was in a sudden fit of ecstasy thinking of those hot hands on his own body. Yep, he was definitely going to hell.