With my personal scolding on repeat in my head, I gingerly held a five-gallon gas can while going around the room, splashing it all over the walls.
Once that room was finished, I changed the can out for another and moved about the Clinic, systematically painting the walls, floor, and ceiling of the building one by one until I finally reached Harlow's office.
Walking over to the desk, I took out three more cans of gas and started dumping it all over the place, coating every square inch of the office, including the ceiling, with gas without forgetting to splash some on the corpse as well.
WEEEE WOOOO WEEEE WOOO
WEEEE WOOOO WEEEE WOOO
By the time I finished up with the Clinic, and was ready to leave, I could hear the sounds of sirens whizzing by as they rushed to fight the growing fire over at SonnyBrook, completely unaware that another was about to be started here.
