Bobby happily ran outside of the business, into an asphalted area with several oil puddles around. There were several dirty propane tanks, and he took the rag Hank gave him and began cleaning the tank as he was suggested.
"Hey, uh, Hank, I think you said it wrong - isn't it feet to head, everyone's dead, and head to feet, you don't cause a leak?" Buck asked.
"Good Lord, I did! Go get Bobby!" Hank said, panicked. "Now, 'ol top, just calm on down, I'm sure he remembers how to do it from your previous correct instructions. See? No explosion yet, I'm sure we'll all be okay." Buck said reassuringly.
"Well, okay. I think I trust your judgement, sir."
Bobby stood outside, trying to remember how the tanks were cleaned. Feet to head, you don't cause a leak, and head to feet, everyone's dead. It didn't rhyme, but it made sense!
He slowly bent down by the propane tanks, and began to clean from the bottom of the tank to the top.
"Hey, 'ol top, do you think we should still tell Bobbeh just in case?" Buck asked. "Maybe so, sir." Suddenly, a nasty smell that resembled a skunks filled the entire office, complemented by a loud hissing sound. "Is that-" Suddenly, he was cut off by an extremely loud explosion.