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Light it Up!
You quickly prepare a Molotov cocktail and hurl it at the error. The Vodka bottle shatters on impact, covering the error with totally sweet flames. Screaming, the error runs around in circles, but its noble efforts to not die a death of burning horror is in vain. Eventually it’s charred corpse falls to the ground, dead. Good work!
Suddenly, a gigantic mother error crashes through the underbrush! It’s huge. And by the fact that it’s screaming at you frantically probably means that it’s pretty upset over the death of its young. You don’t have your monster translator on you, but you’re pretty sure that what she’s saying translates to "Hold still while I rip the flesh off of your worthless carcass." Not good.