You might need a "table lighter." You might. If you smoke a lot or if you have friends who smoke a lot, ahem, you might benefit from having a lighter on the table.

But I guarantee you, you do not need this table lighter. This table lighter is freaking scary.

It's a clown. I don't have a clown thing. I know some people have a clown thing, where they're scared of clowns and even the actor making balloon animals at The Beverly Center is an uncomfortable confrontation, and I don't, but why in Hades would you put a clown head on your table? A clown head that produces fire? I'm terrified. I'm inexplicably terrified.

It's crying. The clown head is crying. It knows it shouldn't be on a table. It knows it shouldn't be a lighter. I mean...are we supposed to suspend our disbelief and pretend this actually is the severed head of a clown on our table? And that its brain produces fire?

Irishtee42, I give you a firm WTF.