Layers

A lonely Shrek sits by the fire. His green ogre skin leaks onion juice. The sky is dark and his swamp is desolate and quiet. Shrek moves his hands so they're closer to the fire. It's warm. Very warm. He sniffs the fire and does a spontaneous squat. He yearns to be closer to the fire. So he steps into it. His skin is melting, the swamp starts to fill up with an oniony scent. Shrek screams, his ogre ears melting down his face along with the rest of his skin. His green layer of flesh drips into the flames, revealing a new layer. A purple one. Barney steps out of the fire, smiling around at the swamp. Layers. Ogres have layers.