Sparking the Ignition

Night swept over the alley, but my work wasn't finished. I scouted the shadows behind an open garage bay and found an abandoned wooden workbench littered with greasy auto remnants. Sitting right near the edge was an old, unsealed glass jar half-full of discarded spark plugs. I leaped onto the splintered wood, kicked aside a rusted socket, and slammed my shoulder against the heavy glass base. It toppled with a sharp roll, spilling ceramic plugs across a metal oil pan with an explosive, rattling crash. The ceramic tips shattered into sharp grit. This entire bench is now a mined surface under my command.