I’m good with warning labels, so long as I can take most of them off. You know the ones, they make you yearn for the backstory, but also make you depressed every time you see it. Like this one. Many people would know things surrounding fire are hit. Plenty would’ve unintentionally touched it, “Fuck! Ow. Duh.” and hope no one saw. But someone had a Skinner moment, “No! It’s the manufacturer that’s wrong. Where’s a lawyer?!”