[The situation is grim. He can't let anyone fall victim to the evil muffins. Human or animal. He considers his options: throw them on the ground? Animals and birds will eat them. Throw them in the water? Fish will eat them.
He could just throw them out, but that doesn't occur to him. Something about not sleeping for a couple days interferes with his decision making. Who would have guessed.]
The only thing I can.
[Remember how Wan can shoot fire out of his hands?
[Action]
He could just throw them out, but that doesn't occur to him. Something about not sleeping for a couple days interferes with his decision making. Who would have guessed.]
The only thing I can.
[Remember how Wan can shoot fire out of his hands?
'Cause he is going to incinerate those muffins.]