Between my suspect level of self-preservation urge and my love of things on fire (mmm... fire noises), I did great. I came back with my hands, arms and face smudged with large amounts of fuel residue, and my moustache shorter in front than when I left. I'm burping Coleman fuel flavor.
Plus I invited a couple of fun pyros to the DHP, and they seem very inclined to show up. Yay!