Shopping With Mel

 
You hold Michael Jackson, the haunted can of boiled baby carrots, in the palm of your hand and start walking through the supermarket.

'We need to head towards where they keep the seasonal items,' says
Michael Jackson, the haunted can of boiled baby carrots, 'where they keep the barbecue supplies.'

You ask
Michael Jackson, the haunted can of boiled baby carrots, why.

'You're going to have to trust me,'
says Michael Jackson, the haunted can of boiled baby carrots. 'I know what I'm doing. I've been in this supermarket a long time, and I was dead even longer.'

You find yourselves in the aisle of barbecue items - tongs, charcoal, flammable briquettes.
During the time it's taken you to arrive here Michael Jackson, the haunted can of boiled baby carrots, has begun to hum tunes to himself. It takes you a while to interrupt him.

'Oh, sorry,' he says eventually, 'I was writing a song there. Anyway, are we there yet? We are? Okay, now here's what you need to do...'

As
Michael Jackson, the haunted can of boiled baby carrots, instructs you, you open all the bottles of lighter fuel there are, spraying the contents of each across the shelves in front of you. All the while, Michael Jackson, the haunted can of boiled baby carrots, continues singing a song:

Don't matter if you're black, white or brown.
We're gonna burn this whole world down.
That's what lighter fuel and matches are for.
That's right, the burning isn't a metaphor.

Once you've exhausted all the bottles of lighter fuel, you grab a box of matches, strike one and then stare at the small flame. Do you dare?

Do you want to:

burn the place down?
not burn it down?