Proof.
In black and white it looks like a scene from Fritz Lang's METROPOLIS.
Got to 989 degrees (well almost 1000)
Then the big moment
Fully sealed and the sump oil going in
No volumes of acrid polluting unburnt smoke. Less than an incinerator fire in the average suburban backyard.
A sort of sump oil coitus interruptus.
The green in me was overjoyed, but the firebrand was decidedly underwhelmed to put it mildly.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow......"
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