You look at the crass marshmallow man (woman?) and give it a cold, hard stare down.
"You, yes you! How dare you think you can take my lighter, who do you think you are, hm?"
The marshmallow being has a queer gaze in its eyes. But it's not looking at you. It's looking at the lighter.
"Ah, I see. Afraid I'll light up the whole place, are you?
No, no, you mustn’t think that!" You say this with a bit of sarcasm,
after all, this marshmallow thingy can't possibly fathom sarcasm.
As if it's reading your thoughts, the Marsh-thingy springs forward, it's delicious little legs scrunching up to get more height. It's coming for you!
What do you do?
Prepare for it and stand your ground!