[It seemed pretty fitting that Lea got firepowers, not at all surprising. One would often find Lea smirking as snapped his fingers like a match. Lighting up a fire with his fingers then snapping it off. But with great powers come great responsibility. Unfortunately Lea wasn’t one for much care of “responsibility” and cared more about oooo let’s see what else we can set on fire!

If it wasn’t for knowing that blowing up things might be a bit dangerous, who knows what havoc might happen. This is why one shouldn’t let Lea be unconscious while he still had his powers. You see he might start dreaming about using his powers or cooking up marshmallows, and the room could be set on fire.

… Oh wait-Isn’t that what’s happening to his room right now? Fancy that. Too bad Lea was snoring in his bed while a circle of flames was dancing around his bed.

The cambot is playing this, well at least it’s trying to help Lea wake up. Which succeeded, and Lea cried out a yelp.]

WHA-HOW-OH NOT AGAIN!!

[As he tried desperately to try and calm the flames.]

[Cambot is...showing the ceiling again, though this looks like the ceiling of the rec deck. Yeah, now it's just trolling Doof.]

Oh, that's- that's just great. You're not even trying anymore, are you.

[The feed pans from side to side. That's a headshake from Cambot.]

Do you really want me to modify you. Do you really. Because I can think of lots of fun Inators to make. The RealityTVinator, for instance! You'd follow people around and document their day-to-day living! That way, you might actually work!

[Fiiiiiiiiine. Cambot lazily turns around to focus on Doof, who is indeed on the rec deck, and the rather large machine next to him. He didn't even bother covering it with a white cloth this time. Huh.]

There. Now, I've seen everything going on this week, and it all looked really familiar. Too familiar. You see, when I was a little boy growing up in Gimmelshtump, I wasn't very popular - in fact, I was so unpopular, you could say I was antipopular. Popularity just vanished when it got too close to me. It meant the cool kids didn't go near me, so they couldn't beat me up. No, I got picked on by nerds. Nerds! With their multi-sided dice and their trading cards and their video games! I mean, the kids who got beaten up by everyone else were the ones who beat me up. How sad is that?

Anyway, blah blah blah lifelong hatred of all things nerdy - except for science, of course - blah blah blah this week reminds me an awful lot like video games, blah blah blah beating the nerds at their own game. So I built the FinalBossinator! All I have to do is aim the laser at myself, push this big red button here, and-

[There's a flash of red light, and when it clears...well, that's a highly effective Inator. Doof now stands about fifteen feet tall and now sports dragon legs, lion arms that end in clawed hands, bat wings, a lizard tail, and...his own head and voice.]

What? Why does it look like a zoo sneezed on me? ...oh well. Time to go beat the nerds and RULE THE SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[Welcome to your final boss! Feel free to form parties and start combat in the comments below; just keep in mind that Doof may have a few tricks up his (now nonexistent) sleeve...]