MADCHES
Madches are like matchsticks but they have the mood swings of a middle schooler. One second they’re calm, the next they’re a raging fire.
I lit a madch and it had a meltdown. Now my face is red and I smell like burnt toast.
That madch was fine until I looked at it wrong. Now it’s trying to burn me alive.
I tried to use a madch and it got angry. Now my whole arm is on fire.