[[Alan, Drew and Mike sit in front of the TV in the dark; Alan is holding a game controller]]
Drew: What's this? Matches?
Mike: Yeah, strike-anywhere matches. They're cool.
[[closeup of Drew's face, red eyes illuminating the match he's holding between them]]
Mike: Instead of using some wussy safety strip, you can light them on anything. Brick walls, sidewalks, shoe soles, whatever's got enough friction.
[[Drew strikes match on Alan's face]]
<<FFFFF-TICKSSSSCT!!>>
[[Drew looks evilly at the now-lit match]]
Alan: @#%*$!!!
Mike: You know Drew, dragging a chunk of burning phosphorus across someone's face is a pretty nasty thing.
Drew: Heh heh yeah???