Fires are dirty and hot and dangerous and a pain. 8-bit art is none of these things. Decision made.
Oh how I wish my brother's army men had had wicks when I was a kid!
I'll never really outgrow the desire to be a giant industrial machine capable of dousing giant fires. Gimme!
One does not deviate from the schedule. I don't care if you don't smoke, the candle says it's smoking time!
I can't stand to see a good piece of garbage go to waste. Turn it into a lamp!
I'd be happy to scrape candle wax off my table for a few weeks if it means I get to light my chandelier on fire. Bring it!