While I am happy that the gas is not being released into the air, the size of this fire-ball is a little overwhelming. Let's see...poison gas versus giant flame. I guess the flame wins.
You will be really grateful that I don't have the capabilities to transmit odor. If you have not had the chance to smell the odor emanating from a tank battery, you have missed one of life's dubious pleasures. Imagine yourself locked in a room for a week with folks consuming only tuna salad, hard boiled eggs and fried onion rings.
We no longer go to the ranch in search of fresh air and a great outdoor experience. What a stench!