Boy, I'd hate to have this on my tombstone. "Kevin - he plumped when we cooked him." That epitaph is entirely possible if you use this contraption, invented by a Russian system administration to send 200+ volts through his hot dog to heat it up during those long, cold Minsk nights.
One false move and zap - you're taking the dirt nap. I'm guessing you would assume room temperature long before your surviving frankfurter.
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