The minions gathered around the fire, creeping closer to the warmth with their fingers outstretched. The crisp night air leeched heat from their backs. Shoving elbows discouraged rotisserie movement. It broke the circle and allowed precious heat to escape.
EE bent his head low, hoping the flames would warm him to the nape of his neck. The heat surrounded his head. He bent lower still. His muttonchops smoked then burst into flames.
He screamed as the fire reached his scalp. Screamed and threw back his head in panic. Burning embers landed on his ragged shirt and set it alight. He tried to beat the flames out with his hands. The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
The minions shifted away from his dance with death. They stood back and watched as he tried and failed to extinguish the flames. A few reached out to him to warm their fingers, bask in the heat of his burning body.
His movements slowed and the circle closed ranks, edging him closer to the fire. He gave one last shuddering gasp as he fell into the fire pit. They gathered around the fire, creeping closer to the warmth with their fingers outstretched.