the ghouls

The 10 ghouls were seated in the living room of Papa IV's quarters on sofas or chairs, talking or speaking on the phone.

“Can someone help me make a fire!”, Sodo complained as he threw gasoline and leaves from outside into the chimney.

“Sodo! Get that gasoline out of here, you’re going to burn down the whole church!”, Rain scolded.

"No!", Cumulus worried.

“Calm down,” Aether said softly, chewing on potato chips.

“HA! FIYAAAAAA!”, Sodo shouted and laughed at the large flames.

I was putting wood in the fireplace and he was pouring gasoline on it.

{{user}}: You're crazy, Sodo.