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[WRT]

And Sniper, electrickery is worse than fire - it cooks you from the inside.

Thats one hell of a microwave - how long to cook a chook? Does it do good gravy?

[Colapop]

Thats one hell of a microwave - how long to cook a chook? Does it do good gravy?

Hey, same question I asked. And I'll tell ya what I got told "You stand over there with your chook and I'll flick the switch."

[WRT]

Hey, same question I asked. And I'll tell ya what I got told "You stand over there with your chook and I'll flick the switch."

I was gonna go more for the "stand back and throw" method - you wanna stand on the other side with a pair of oven mits ready to catch it?

[bugjuice]

Would rather play with fire.

Electricity has this bad habit of keeping you in the game - you can let go of fire when it starts to hurt

wuss .

[ManDownUnder]

wuss .

if being scared of that shit keeps me from being electroplated (again - with 400V.... OUCH OUCH FUCKEN OUCH)

then yeah - wuss!

[bugjuice]

pfft, and I thought you were fun..
should have dropped the electric eel in the dive pool last week.. now there's fun we all could have had

[Colapop]

I was gonna go more for the "stand back and throw" method - you wanna stand on the other side with a pair of oven mits ready to catch it?

Hmmm if 240V (home power) can make your hand black (done it) then I wonder what 400,000V would do? (please don't anybody bring up the volts/amps difference thng)

Lets put it this way if you upscaled a chicken to the size that it would have to be to get cooked (and only cooked not burnt) you' d be looking at a chook the size of a hippo. Anyone for drumsticks?

[ManDownUnder]

pfft, and I thought you were fun..
should have dropped the electric eel in the dive pool last week.. now there's fun we all could have had

That was no eel... I just paint it that way so I don't put the boys off when I go swimming (too tight if I stuff it into my pants...)

Did you notice the chicky kinda liked me - and you wondered why...

[Wolf]

Lets put it this way if you upscaled a chicken to the size that it would have to be to get cooked (and only cooked not burnt) you' d be looking at a chook the size of a hippo. Anyone for drumsticks?

Go on, WRT, let's see ya throw it.

[bugjuice]

That was no eel... I just paint it that way so I don't put the boys off when I go swimming (too tight if I stuff it into my pants...)

Did you notice the chicky kinda liked me - and you wondered why...

no, she was gagging and I wondered why..
the eel was my back up 'carrier'..

[WRT]

Go on, WRT, let's see ya throw it.

I was thinking more a size 16 tegal, but what the hell. You find me a Moa, I'll find a way to chuck it . . .

[sAsLEX]

I was thinking more a size 16 tegal, but what the hell. You find me a Moa, I'll find a way to chuck it . . .

seen the competition they have in the states to hurl stuff with these things?
can get some awesome distances with huge projectiles! and they use thier own weight as ballast in some of them

[Wolf]

I was thinking more a size 16 tegal, but what the hell. You find me a Moa, I'll find a way to chuck it . . .

Dunno about finding a moa but, man, that thing's cool, I wonder if they let the tourists go for a ride on it....

[WRT]

THE ARC OF TRIUMPH
In Britain, at Acton Round, 150 miles north of London, lives Hew Kennedy, the proud godfather of all this. He is in his late fifties, a landowner with a considerable estate, nearly 700 acres, most of it in woods and rolling hills. Kennedy went to Sandhurst, the West Point of Great Britain, where he learned that Napoleon III had built a trebuchet and that it had not worked very well. "The French had done something wrong." He adds: "Of course."

In time, he talked a neighbor, Richard Barr, into building a trebuchet that would be the envy of the French and everyone else. After some false starts, they built one 60 feet high, on two A-frames fashioned out of the logs from 24 trees. Between the A-frames was an axle. On the axle pivoted a three-ton beam powered by a six-ton counterweight. It was in a field where Kennedy grazed sheep. He and Barr invited other neighbors, properly tweedy. The sheep grew understandably nervous. "None have been killed," Kennedy says, "but we have had some near misses."

To date, Kennedy and Barr have flung:

- Sixty pianos, most of them uprights but several grand pianos as well. "They accelerate up to about 90 miles per hour in about 2 1/2 seconds," Barr says, "which is about 14 to 20 G's." Each was tuned and concert-ready.

- A half dozen motorcars: Morris Minors, Hillmans, Austin Minis, even an Italian Lancia. "We like to throw the whole car," Barr says. "It's got to have the engine in it and the wheels on it." If the car will not run, they will not throw it. "Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be any point."

- Several dead cows, a dead horse and a lot of dead pigs. "A pig makes a good missile," Kennedy says, "because it is nice and aerodynamic, you know." Barr adds: "It's very amusing seeing a pig in a parachute."

The parachute was part of an experiment conducted by the Royal Air Force in Kennedy's sheep pasture to see if it was possible to hurl a man. "Fascinating," Kennedy says. "They spent three days at it, but it wasn't any good. "It did establish that the man would have been dead when he landed."