You expect it to win, and you kind of hate it for winning, like the Yankees, or death, or cops. Once in a blue moon though, something comes along that seems totally impervious, but a jawbreaker is not that thing.
The initial pour barely puts a dent in the one pound candy, but the heat of the pooling copper causes the jawbreaker to catch fire. Three minutes of bubbling and flames ensue. In place of a victor we’re left with a hardened disc of sugary copper and its half-melted opponent. Free idea: sugar-based volcano suits— cheap, delicious, and