The well-aimed bottles hit the tank. The flames spread quickly. The blast of the explosion is heard. The machine stands motionless. The crew is burned alive. The other two tanks turn around and withdraw. The Germans who took cover behind them withdraw in panic. We take leave of them with a few well-aimed shots and grenades.
— An Account from the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, 1943
"Any time I had a problem, I threw a Molotov cocktail and, boom, I had a different problem."
— Jason, The Good Place