Avocado turned the knob on the door and opened it, launching his usual I'm Right So There Ha grin at Safe before going inside. The bar hung about the four of them like a cave and appeared to have the electrical system of one. The dance floor's wood creaked under their feet like an old boat and the stale smell of draft beer and cigarettes still held the air. Around the stage were rows of annoying Christmas lights that fizzed and popped with shorts.  A single bat hung from a dark rafter in the ceiling. The place was like a neglected, stillborn barn. "Yeah, this is the bar," was Safe's lament as The Snock scanned around with interest. Abraham Lincoln sat on his bass amp and stuck out his tongue. He grimaced at The Snock, who decided to help out and stay out of the way by going out the front door. During the second set of the gig something happened that Avocado and The Snock would swallow loudly over afterwards. First, the lights dimmed and quit.  Several "Wheee!"'s were yelled out until everyone noticed then that the ceiling was burning. There was a slight pause in the music and crowd. "Great pyros man, shit!" someone yelled. The electrical hookups for the stage continued their output and the band unleashed several abrasive songs while the roof flamed away. "Goddamn these guys are great!" another voice shouted. Safe was feeling less safe. His drumming sped up uneasily while he feared the spectacle. The Snock had left the stage and was lost somewhere in the crowd, his guitar cord a lifeline feeding into the tornado of flesh. Avocado screamed and screamed into his microphone and turned to Abraham Lincoln, who glowed red in the light of the turmoil. Abe thrashed his head and spit a magnificent glob into the air above the thriving dance floor. The crowd built up momentum. Even the grim reaper appeared to be hovering and moshing in the middle of the frenzy. Avocado was ecstatic to see the mass of frantic people in the smokey bar when the lights came back on.  Four Jacksonville firemen had entered and were busy putting the fire out and looking for someone to give CPR to. A lake of ashes covered the dance floor and was kicked into airy waves by the crowd as they wandered out now that the excitement was over. "Hey, it's not over!" yelled Avocado. "We're only taking a break! Wait! We'll set the place on fire again!"