Long-time honorary borderline sociopath, ElectroBoom, has done it again. He’s lived through another video. It’s a little known fact that ElectroBoom is the official electrician over here at the BSBFB headquarters. If you even use our bathroom, don’t use the sink. You’ll get a heck of a shock, and I really wouldn’t recommend it. Also, the light bulbs tend to explode a lot, but he’s cheap, cheerful, and he shows up on time. That’s all you should ever ask for from an electrician.

Of course, there’s a lot more to this whole electricity business than meets the eye. I’m not an electrician, so I don’t really know how electricity works, but I like to pretend that I know for the sake of conversation. I could probably offer a rather convincing argument about the content of batteries if I had to. Naturally, I firmly believe that they’re filled with a volatile mixture of angel dust and pixie tears, but you shouldn’t take my word for it. There’s probably a few things in there other than the pixie tears and angel droppings.

For the most part, I like to leave electricity to the electrical professional scientist people. Let them electrocute themselves while I watch from a safe distance. I advise everyone to pull up a lawn chair, lean back, relax, and eat some popcorn. It’s a ton of fun, and a complete mess. I rank it somewhere between hobo brawls, alien autopsy VCR tapes, and the Democratic National Convention.