(Ricky ignites a suspiciously silver looking cigarette while Cory and Trevor stand glumly in the background covered in third-degree burns)

"We had it all worked out to make a shitload of cash with Julian's chrome bong idea but the jiminy fucknut twins over there cocked up the fuckity-fucking joystock for the crane comtrols and dumped the aluni-mom smeller all over the goddamn place! Nice fucking work boys, you're dumb as FUCK!"

Don't make your factory out of thermite.

My asshole crawled up into my chest cavity every time I saw someone near that thing.

It's the "everything is fine until someone makes a small mistake and you're all instantly immolated" part that gets me. Like that video of the guy who tested his lighter on the giant roll of cotton.