"Mph'm mm Phyrm," Trevor explained conversationally.
He had to do something and quick, but he couldn't crispify the asshole-thing if it wouldn't get away from the woman - the flamethrower just wasn't accurate enough.
Back in the Game he'd been issued a fire axe, which he'd never, ever used as a weapon because his fire was so much more fun - the only thing he ever did with the axe was play air guitar on it to taunt the other team when they were too far away to flame. He really wished he had it now - but he didn't. Wish in one hand and shit in the other, and then go wash your hands because seriously dude that is a terrible thing to do why you even got to do a thing.
Well, he might not be a very effective flamer (unlike some people of his acquaintance) just at the moment, but he was still a punk, and he was still wearing his fightin' boots, so he held the flamethrower up at shoulder level and gave a running mosh-pit stomp kick.