Mhm...
"Jack Romano, Sex Machine For Hire, Fireman Stripper Model #10301 was accidentally called when a birthday cake candle went out of control; he arrived on the scene with his crotch panel barely masked behind a latex speedo, his fireproof coat swirling behind him, and promptly combusted."
I suppose from there you could write a seventy book saga on the mafia threatening to destroy the candle companies? I figure if they're each 10k words, and you're on cocaine, and your advances average to about $200 per book, you can make around ten thousand dollars in a week.
