If you burn your dice for the Great Alarm instead

Now, with a different and sarcastic intent, you light up the pile. It explodes into a flaming mass, the the melted materials flying out and burning your face, clinging and oozing as you pull them away in gooey, bubbling strands. You look into the car mirror to see what the damage is: Your face is now scarred, 2 pips on the left cheek and 3 pips on the right cheek.