this is my lighter, I dont use it for much...

He picks up the lighter and flicks the spark wheel
    a few times, watching the flame spring forth. The flame dances 
    with whimsy, seemingly harmless, yet you shan't be fooled by its beauty.

I believe all fire exists as one; this fire is the same as the fire in the deepest pits of hell in which one day I shall bask.

the jester slowly heightens the intesity to which he is talking,
    but not before soon ending his rant with two words.

how intresting.

burn