“He is hotter than a zombie cooked in a dippsy dumpster with kerosene.”
“The oven became hotter and hotter, and Hansel began to sweat. Then a delicious smell wafted to his nostrils. Oh no! he thought. I'm cooking! He sniffed at the air. And I smell delicious!”
“Cash winks at me from in front of the stove and pure lust twitches in my lower belly. There’s no denying this man is hot. Effing hot. Probably hotter than the stove he’s cooking on.”
“Hotter than a fuck in hell.”
“Hotter than me? --Jace”
“I'm hotter than you!”