How Steve got banned from the kitchen

In case you were wondering about the previous post, let me break it down for you:
Short version: Steve started a small kitchen fire on our stove, melting our *brand new* microwave.
Long version: Steve saw one of my Yankee candles on the counter, and noticed that even though the wick was almost gone, there was still some wax in it. Then he got a brilliant idea. He put the candle in the oven and melted the wax. Then, once the wax was good and liquified, he poured it in a tin cake pan on the stove top and turned the burner on low- voila, automatic aroma therapy! Then, he left the room for a while. Something in the wax was evidently flammable, because when he walked back into the kitchen, our favoritist microwave ever was in flames along with the surrounding cabinets, which we were also quite fond of. To hear him relive his 911 phone call is also quite hilarious, but I am hungry and want to get dinner, so maybe it will be a conversation for New Years.
Now you understand why Steve isn't allowed in my kitchen anymore...