The fire engulfed Sammy. He was brought to a world he thought impossible, a world he had watched in secret though a screen, only with a slight variance. He wasn't summoned by a solar goddess, nor brought about for a heroic quest by a purple mare. He was snatched by flame by a dragon by mistake. Apparently, he was the wrong creature to be summoned by a form of dragon magic.

Now he's faced with the monumental task of returning home, though not by the way he arrived. He will question his sanity when faced with a new world, a new gift, one he is adamant to ignore to preserve his shaken psyche. He will have to salvage his once rational mind after his breakdown in order to begin his journey home. A task that proves to be difficult when the closest civilization is not composed of ponies, but is instead diamond dogs.

Maybe he should recollect his civil manner first before he's roasted.