Skeppy snarled out, glancing around for some sort of solution to his problem, said problem currently being Ant and the threat to his life. Using more than one brain cell, theoretically for once in his life, he got a spark of an idea; come to find that later the [i pun was intended]; and it earned a chuckle from him. The diamond golem reached over to grab the can he had dropped, just barely able to grab it, before forcefully chucking it back at the alcohol arrangement he himself had set up; after [i begging] Bad to let him do so, of course, but the demon wasn't easy to convince. A good majority of the delicate glass bottles all came toppling down, some of which having a harsh enough of a fall that the alcohol splashed on them both, coating them with the easily flammable liquid. He reached into his pockets and sifted around for a millisecond, pulling out the lighter he carried around back when Quackity and him would chill and smoke together, lighting it in one swift motion. "I'll give you two options and two seconds to answer. One, continue attempting to threaten me and willing let me burn the place to the ground, with you and I in it as a result. Or, two, back off, help me clean up, and I won't usher a word about this to Bad. Well, I won't twist the story any; he's much more likely to believe me than you, after all. So, what'll it be [i cat?]"