A jackhammer is a pneumatic tool that combines a hammer directly with a chisel that was invented by Charles Brady King. Hand-held jackhammers are typically powered by compressed air, but some use electric motors. Larger jackhammers, such as rig mounted hammers used on construction machinery, are usually hydraulically powered. They are usually used to break up rock, pavement, and concrete. In modern terminology, a "jackhammer" does not have the capacity to drill rock.[citation needed]
A jackhammer operates by driving an internal hammer up and down. The hammer is first driven down to strike the back of the bit and then back up to return the hammer to the original position to repeat the cycle. The bit usually recovers from the stroke by means of a spring. The effectiveness of the jackhammer is dependent on how much force is applied to the tool.
Pneumatic drills were developed in response to the needs of mining, quarrying, excavating, and tunneling. The first "percussion drill" was made in 1848 and patented in 1849 by Jonathan J. Couch of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. In this drill, the drill bit passed through the piston of a steam engine. The piston snagged the drill bit and hurled it against the rock face. It was an experimental model. In 1849, Couch's assistant, Joseph W. Fowle, filed a caveat for a percussion drill of his own design. In Fowle’s drill, the drill bit was connected directly to the piston in the steam cylinder; specifically, the drill bit was connected to the piston’s crosshead. The drill also had a mechanism for turning the drill bit around its axis between strokes and for advancing the drill as the hole deepened. By 1850 or 1851, Fowle was using compressed air to drive his drill, making it the first true pneumatic drill.
Plot
In the world of award winning professional male stripping the stakes are high and when pro peeler Jackhammer is reunited with his estranged and shy younger brother Julius he wants nothing more then to introduce him to the only world he knows.
Keywords: brother-brother-relationship, character-name-in-title, male-ego, male-stripper, one-word-title
What if you have only 15 minutes to play a game with your life... wanna play?
Don't You Be a Dummy. Buckle Your Safety Belt, and leave the crashing to us.
[Slick and Spin crash a motorcycle]::Slick: That was beautiful, Spin -- I just went to pieces!::Spin: Really? Did the camera get it?::Slick: I forgot to take the lens-cap off.::Spin: Give me my leg so I can run away!
Spin: Boy! This is really super-secret, eh Doc?::Doctor Zub: [chuckles] You bet your lugnuts!
Doctor Zub: Ted's head has been altered to fit only the Torso 9000. You could say, Ted's really sticking his neck out for safety! [chuckles]
Doctor Zub: That was quite a test-run out there!::Ted: I ironed out a few bugs. How's the Torso 9000?::Doctor Zub: The Torso is fine, Ted -- and once we get you back together, you'll be fine, too. After all, you've got a good head on your shoulders.::Ted: Not at the moment, Doc.
Ted: But I need my body! It's got my arms and legs on it!::Slick: We'll find it!::Spin: Yeah! It didn't just get up and walk away.::Doctor Zub: [indicating a Junkman-shaped hole in the door] As a matter of fact, Spin, that's precisely what happened.
Junkman: Piston Head! Get me that microdisc!::Piston Head: As you command, master. What is the first step?::Junkman: To get off the roof, you idiot!::Piston Head: As you command, o junkful one.::[Piston Head steps off the roof and falls into a rubbish skip]::Junkman: What a moron.
Slip away out the back door
Get away from the scenery score
In the car, you're ready to move
In the backseat, you start to groove
Right turn, left turn
Got the boys in both hands
Playin' in stereo
Like you do with most bands
Unlocking the door
I can tell you, can't wait
Seekin' power rockin'
Girl, you love to vibrate
Can't get to sleep 'cause I hear you squealin'
Like a stuck little pig, you love the feelin'
I wish, you'd shut up 'cause I'm tryin' to sleep
I'm gonna gag, you gonna push it down deep
Running out of breath
You're chokin' fast
You begin to sputter
You're not gonna last
Jackhammer, pounding your pile
Jackhammer, you're gonna cream
Jackhammer that's your style
Jackhammer, you're gonna scream
There you go again with your dirty little mind
Trying to turn me on, won't happen this time
Hangin' around and that won't do
Nothing on my mind but gettin' rid of you
Time for you to leave
Can't take no more
Just wanna see you
I come from the place that you fear
To reap life and soul
Though centuries old I'm still here
King of the unknown
Angel fallen
Reaper calling
I am coming
I come for the souls that are lost
And trapped in the void
Hauntings in the palace of thought
That teach and destroy
Angel fallen
Reaper calling
Jack is coming
Angel fallen
Reaper calling
I am coming