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!
Move aside and let it bounce to the ground.
[Run away from the marshmallow man.] (flee/flee.md)