Mr. Spanners addressed the classroom. "Listen up, students, this is an important physics lesson. A cup of
tea is
hot. An oven is really
hot. The lava currently melting through the roof is bastard
hot."
"Don't touch! It's bastard
hot!”, Jeff the blacksmith shouted across the workshop as Alice stared hypnotically at the glowing orange lump of metal, fresh from the brazing hearth. These warnings fell on deaf ears, as Alice's poor judgement and dull intellect instructed her to pick up the metal piece, promptly rewarding her for this action with second-degree burns.
"But, Dr. McVillainous, the lair's tar pits only need to be
hot enough to dispose of pesky superheroes and former employees. Raising the temperature to bastard hot will not provide any advantage and
will only raise our fuel bills....", the nervous advisor quivered as he delivered his report.
Dr. McVillainous raised his hand and slapped his subordinate hard across the face. "I want to strike
fear into the hearts of men!
Nothing short of bastard hot will do!"