Nick vs Stove, round 3

This did not happen tonight, but there was another chapter of the neverending saga, the epic quest which is Nick vs Stove.

So I go to cook the potato hotdish that I'd been hoping to make this entire time. Gas on 175, hope for the best. The good news is that I got no smoke alarms. The bad news is that there was no fire either. While the ancients might have noted that there ain't no smoke without fire, where there's no fire there's gas. About fifteen minutes' worth. I discover this when I check inside the stove to discover that not only is the hotdish room temperature, it is also reeking of that rotten egg smell.

I very calmly and maturely go completely bananas, afraid that any spark whatsoever might cause the whole shebang to blow sky high. I call the gas company, hoping that they'll fix the problem. They'll send a guy right over they say. Also, stay away from the stove....
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I live in a studio apartment. I can't get more than 15 feet from the stove at any time. I probably could have gone out in the hall, but I don't get wireless reception in there.

So the master of the gas stove arrives. Yes, he has a mullet. If I was an attractive female, I would have been totally convinced that an adult movie was about to begin. But I digress. The gas master relights the pilot light and leaves.

Satisfied that my stove will not explode, I turn the oven up to 350 and start the cooking.

Five minutes later, the smoke alarm goes off.