Bob's house is on fire. His neighbor Bill's house is also on fire, although to a lesser extent.

Instead of calling the fire department, Bob enters a state of berserk rage. He begins siphoning the gasoline from his own car and tossing it on Bill's house. He runs back into his burning abode just to grab a beach towel and fan the flames on Bill's house. Instead of shouting for help, he screams ancient pagan prayers to the forgotten God of Fire to further incinerate Bill's house.

At no point does it occur to Bob that leaving Bill's house well enough alone and calling the fire department would be a smart move. Bob is pretty stupid.