My brothers and I once fed my grandma's chicken on gunpowder and nitroglycerin. Them ol' hens'd lay an egg, and the explosion would boost 'em clean into orbit. Then we collected the eggs to use on the Fourth of July, only Uncle Jack tried to fry up some for breakfast. The least said about that the better -- but the poor guy did give one burp and blew himself pret' near to St. Louie. They scrambled a whole wing of jet fighters at Scott Air Force Base when he showed up on radar, too.