wrecking bar

A woman three times her size swung a wrecking bar.

There was no reason to think he had done anything unusual with the wrecking bar.

He swung the wrecking bar and it went deep into the wall.

He was working like a man using a wrecking bar against a wall: first push, then pull.

If the wrecking bar was behind the furnace he could find it by feel.

As long as she gave the wrecking bar back to him.

"Then we won't find the wrecking bar in any of those places."

He slapped the wrecking bar against the palm of his other hand.

He took the wrecking bar out of the room.

Behind them, someone ran a metal wrecking bar along a concrete wall.

But the asbestos muffled even the sound of the wrecking bar.

Instead he answered, quietly, "Please help me look for my wrecking bar."

"Been on there forever, but he'd need a wrecking bar, at least."

"But the wrecking bar didn't just walk off, somebody had to move it."

There was no more swinging of the wrecking bar.

He let go of her and went in search of his wrecking bar.

It took her a moment for her to remember that he had broken into the house with a wrecking bar.

She heard a sliding sound and turned to see Don's wrecking bar creeping toward the hall.

"Show 'em the wrecking bar and they open right up?"

As soon as she left, the wrecking bar slid on out of the room and down the hall.

Wrecking Bar Don went to sleep that night feeling better than he had for a long time.

"I thought you said the wrecking bar wasn't in your toolboxes."

If he turned up, I was going to let him have his wrecking bar right between his grisly eyes.

Finally he had to resort to the wrecking bar, and even then the cabinets didn't come away clean.

When she saw him come out with the wrecking bar, Sylvie visibly relaxed.