Exothermic Technologies Pulsefire UBF Underbarrel Flamethrower, Black - PF-UBF - $349.99

Beyonce; uh uh uh upgrade
https://throwflame.com/products/flamethrower-drone-kit/...

Im waiting for the guitar mount Fury road special edition. :)

I mean,flame throwers are great but I couldn’t imagine mounting this to an AR.the added size and weight would be impractical to say the least.this is for those bipolar people who can’t decide between going hunting or starting a forest fire.I guess this gives them the option to do both..lol..I can picture the thought process now..“man,I fu*king love this build.she has that BCM lower,the Geissele upper super 42 buffer kit and trigger,Surefire suppressor and Scout light,B5 grip and stock,Radian Raptor ch,Vortex Razor LPVO,45 degree Trijicon,Magpul MBUS Pro,Steiner DBAL,etc .she sure is high class but she is still missing something.she is a real beauty but yet she is still boring and so 2021…I GOT IT!! nothing would bring this sexy gold digging wh*re into the modern era like mounting a flamethrower to her bottom.sure,she would pack on a few pounds but it would be in all the right places.she would be the hottest young lady in town.she would be a real head turner and would demand everyone’s attention as soon as she enters the room”

Bought one during this clearance sale and I've got to say, I've never had anything else turn me straight back to a child like this thing. Don't plan to mount it under barrel just using it normal and it's the most fun you can have legally.

Somebody finally dropped the price of these things down to a reasonable number so I snagged one from Palmetto over Labor Day. Holy crap i’ve had so much fun burning tumbleweeds in my backyard! Just need the 3gal backpack!

Example: shoot a critter at 5:00, cook at 5:01, 5:01 5sec for medium rare, 5:01 10sec for well done. Is that right?

I love living in my state, can’t buy a dust cover, castle nut or trigger guard but under barrel flamethrowers, well those are just fine.

But does it take Glock mags? That’s what I want to know!

INT. DROP-SHIP
Ripley finishes winding tape around a bulky object and drops the roll.
She has crudely fastened a M-41A assault rifle together, side by side, with a flamethrower.
A massive, unwieldy package of absolute firepower.
Her movements are curt, precise, determined.
She works rapidly, snatching magazines, grenades, belts and other
gear from the fully stocked ordnance racks of the drop-ship.

Bishop comes aft from the pilot's compartment to help Hicks dress his injuries.
Hicks is sprawled in a flight seat, the contents of a field med kit strewn around
him. He's out of the game...contorted with pain.

BISHOP
Ripley...

RIPLEY
She's alive. They brought her
here and you know it.

BISHOP
In seventeen minutes this place will be
a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.

Ripley is stuffing gear rapidly into a satchel, her hands flying.

RIPLEY
Hicks, don't let him leave.

HICKS
(grimacing with pain)
We ain't going anywhere.

She hefts the hybrid weapon, grabs the satchel and spins to the door controls.
The door opens. Wind and machine-thunder blast in.

RIPLEY
See you, Hicks.

Hicks is holding a wad of gauze plastered over his face.
HICKS
Dwayne. It's Dwayne.

RIPLEY
Ellen.

HICKS
Don't be long, Ellen.

This thing is yuge!

How could this possibly go wrong?