Mike slowly removed the lid from his can of softground. Setting the lid down, he placed his acetylene torch on it. With a click of his striker, a long, mesmerizing blue flame shot from the end of the nozzle. Smiling to himself, he unwrapped a few twinkies he had gotten from the snack machine. He put three on the lid and popped the forth into his mouth. Mike stood back and smiled. He lifted the loaded lid and carefully walked into the room. "Happy Birthday to Youuuuuuuu...." he sang.