Dowlan turned on the wrong burner.
The burner he turned on was NOT the burner under the kettle. The burner he turned on was the one under the chocolate cake I'd JUST taken out of the oven and was still sitting, in it's Pyrex dish, on the stove top to cool.
Then he leaves to go take out the trash. I guess he subconsciously knew that the earning of points was going to be vital to his existence.
I am on the other side of the kitchen, working on the second of the three cakes, carefully destroying it and mashing it, forming it into balls.
I smell burning chocolate cake. I turn to see smoke rising. I grab mitts, pick it up, set it on the burner on the other side of the stove top because it is so hot that I can't get it any farther and I am afraid that it will harm my countertop.
I stick them the mitts back in the drawer and turn to walk back to my cake balling when I hear a POP.
I turn to find that the pyrex has exploded. Shards of broken glass litter the stovetop, the floor and the eighty tiny and perfectly-formed spheres of cake-y goodness that were awaiting dipping.