As all of Pyrrhia was panic buying toilet paper in wait for the Othermind Crisis, Peril decided to go to the convenient store and get some of her own.
They were almost out of stock. Only three packages left.
Oh well. Peril grabbed one.
It burnt to a crisp.
Peril grabbed a second.
It burnt to a crisp.
Peril looked at the last package of toilet paper. More cautiously, she grabbed it.
It still burnt to a crisp.
No toilet paper left in all of Pyrrhia.
They are doomed.
The End