R3 Fourze fire form absorbs glass melting fire

"Fresh... FIRE!"

Fire, on!

Franky spewed flames from his mouth, liquidating the laboratory. Glass boiled and molten metal dripped from the ceiling. Fourze paid it no heed. His Fire form slurped up the inferno, charging himself with energy. Everything went straight to the rifle in his hands; like all his gadgets, it was aggressively colorful and toylike, something off of an arcade lightgun cabinet.

"Ha! Not bad, kid!"