DR MICHOADY While Dom has regenerative abilities, Emilio's bullets are also laced with napalm and other chemicals that keep burning. So screenwrite this scene where dom is in quite a bit of pain while dealing with this dilemma, his head on fire, regenerating, burning again, regenerating, burning again. Meanwhile Timmy Gun think he sees a mousy figure in all of the smoke. "Uncle Mickey Mayne is that you?" There is no answer but Timmy thinks he hears a faint Flippy flippy flippy flippy ChatGPT INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT Dom lies writhing on the floor, his felt body engulfed in flames. Each bullet from Emilio's gun is like a fiery brand, scorching his form with relentless intensity. His head, aflame and regenerating in a vicious cycle of agony. TIMMY GUN, wide-eyed with concern, squints through the smoke, trying to discern the source of the commotion. TIMMY GUN: Uncle Mickey Mayne, is that you? The smoke swirls, casting eerie shadows in the dimly lit kitchen. But there's no response, only the crackling of flames and the distant sound of— FLIPPY FLIPPY FLIPPY FLIPPY. Timmy's heart races as he strains to make out the faint noise amidst the chaos. Could it be? Is Uncle Mickey Mane truly here, in the midst of this inferno? Meanwhile, Dom's struggle continues, his regenerative abilities locked in a brutal battle with the relentless flames. Each burst of fire reignites the agony, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through his burning body. DOM: (gritting his teeth) Keep... fighting... Must... endure... The flames dance around him, a relentless torment that threatens to consume him entirely. But Dom refuses to yield, his willpower the only thing standing between him and oblivion. TIMMY GUN: (hopeful, yet uncertain) Uncle Mickey... If that's you, now's the time to show yourself. But the smoke obscures any glimpse of a figure, leaving Timmy Gun to wonder if he's truly alone in this fiery battleground. The scene fades to black, leaving the fate of both Dom and Uncle Mickey Mane hanging in the balance.