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- He grabbed the coat hanger, pointed his finger at its dowel, and burned holes in it, one for every wire connection on the Speak and Spell.
- “Hey, you’ve got a finger like a torch, E.T.”
- Still clad in his new coat, he hurried back into the closet, to his Speak and Spell. His torch-finger quietly melted the solder on the keyboard contacts, to which he fastened what wires he had. “More . . . more . . .”
- ...
- The space-being had just completed supper. Torch-fingering his butter knife, he took out the temper, then bent and bolted it to the coat hanger, along with the fork, to form a ratchet device: knife and fork moved in and out of the teeth of the sawblade, advancing it tooth by tooth.
- - E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial in His Adventure on Earth, chapter 8
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