blowtorch

Ah. These kids I grew up with used to build blowtorches out of hair-spray cans.

As blowtorches burnt through the twisted metal, lifeless parts of bodies were all that remained.

I'm using iridium blowtorches to melt frozen doors because my scientists are trapped inside section three, so I would love to hear something positive.

It takes more than crowbars and blowtorches.

It's like a thousand cute little mice that are pulling the flesh off my thigh with blowtorches...

My Firebird you blowtorched with a cigarette lighter and Mom's Aqua Net.

Obviously, such close-in Jupiters are blowtorched by the star, raising the temperature of the planet up to 1,000 or 2,000 degrees Celsius.

Or half my face being melted like it was blowtorched, or me not surviving at all?

You feel like your head's being blowtorched from the inside. And we don't even know what it is because we were never even, like, taught the words to describe it. So you feel like an idiot.

Your friend, Sailor, blowtorched a local kingpin biker.

I don't care if they're blowtorching your balls off. You hear me?

My Firebird you blowtorched with a cigarette lighter and Mom's Aqua Net.

Obviously, such close-in Jupiters are blowtorched by the star, raising the temperature of the planet up to 1,000 or 2,000 degrees Celsius.

Or half my face being melted like it was blowtorched, or me not surviving at all?

You feel like your head's being blowtorched from the inside. And we don't even know what it is because we were never even, like, taught the words to describe it. So you feel like an idiot.

Your friend, Sailor, blowtorched a local kingpin biker.

I don't care if they're blowtorching your balls off. You hear me?