Don't worry, they've subtracted the burned portion from the listed square footage. It's like it doesn't even exist!
Get out, get out quick! The fire, it's right behind your house! I mean... cliff. What? No, I was totally kidding I swear.
You're gonna singe your leather couch there with your ultra-realistic, I-totally-believe-it's-there fireplace.
After a fire in this mosque, at least Chair has Chair for comfort.
I recommend buying your overzealous neighbors fire extinguishers as Halloween gifts. That's a thing, right?
Honey, I can't read my Dwell magazine, can you light some more candles?
Oh since my baby left me, I've found a new place to dwell, under the old dead oak tree it's a... walless, drafty fire hazard?