It's much better than the sterilized, flat white that the place was before. Yrael approves. Or would, if he weren't currently employed in holding the last guard down against the lava, to see at what point that suit finally melts and catches fire of its own volition.

Interesting. (Yrael would still never make it as a scientist.)

What's left of the charred body is tossed away.

"Love the redecorating," says the Bright Shiner as he retakes his barefoot human form.