"I thought I was a goner man... Shoot!" Dukey helped Marcel sit down, his back still tender from being dragged down hill with no shirt on Marcel winced from the pain of the chair against it. "Not ta sound like a party pooper... but do we got something fer my back it got tore up from an accident we had earlier?" Marcel cut a glance over at Dukey who was looking at note before Clara made a comment about young un's being in the oven. "I'm on it Bubba!" Marcel practically leapt out of the chair to dive into the oven and save the kids throwing the door open and shoving his hands inside before looking. The next sounds to come out of Marcel's mouth were howls of pain as his hands had just been burnt from the oven. Marcel's eyes welled up with tears from the pain as he looked at his hands and threw them into the sink using his wrist to turn on the faucet running cool water over them. It could be seen that Marcel was biting his lip so hard as there was a bit of blood running from it trying to prevent himself from cursing in front of ladies.