Just beat it, beat it, beat it... Doncha wanna just eat it? Yeah, I can't sing. This is a state of the art 1890s kitchen aid. Otherwise known as Grandma's Egg Beater. I can remember standing on the stool next to Grandma Girgenti (Geez, she was about 4 foot tall and I was still looking up at her, so I must have been pretty young at that point) mixing the flour for something. At the end, there was flour all over me, Grandma and the rest of the kitchen.
I showed my machinist son this poor bent Starrett No 161-C clamp a while back. He immediately fell to his knees and burst into tears. He demanded to know where I had found it. And, after a thorough search of the area, began to attempt to pull fingerprints, and run dna samples through our home dna lab (no, that is not a thing). "There is no reason on earth to abuse such a beautiful clamp! No reason at all!" he stormed. Hm. Machinists. What are ya gonna do?
Now, when you say, "Don't touch the glass with your fingers", does this answer the question, "Why"? Loud hiss, bright blue light, very briefly! Pop! Thank goodness the cage was on the Omni. Otherwise, there would have been some molten glass flying around the studio! Ouch!