With an unsavory subject matter… (This ought to clean out the pipes.) Let’s not hang around. Whether be it thanks to C4, black powder, or even alkaline metals. 

 

With mere of rubidium count, three, two, one.

 

There’s been more than enough blew lunacy on Mythbusters. 

 

Next, U is not for ubend, but for underground. Right now I’m burying a firecracker. Why? Because I love underground explosions. I don’t know if there’s just more of an anticipation, but they just seem to be a lot more fun. 

 

Be they gopher and gags.

 

That was awesome.

 

Drain disasters.

 

Alright, sewer explosion. Three, two, one. That was insane! 

 

Or simply movie madness.

 

Firing for bands van forward, three, two, one.

 

I saw it go all the way up the hill there.

 

The underground boom is something worth seeing again and again. So it’s back to Kari.