I prefer to think of these beasts as a four-engined hedge trimmer...

I had a powerful and unexpected meeting with one of these about 20 years ago. Riding my motorcycle down the road past the big American cemetary at Cambridge, England, on the wrong day when one of these came over at hedge-clipping altitude. (it was the honours day at the big war cemetary, and an organised fly-past, but they didn't stint)

Didn't have time to swear or fall off the bike, simply admired the sudden shade, and the roar of 4 Merlins, just slightly out of tune!

As with any big bomber, you don't actually need to drop anything. Just fly close overhead. Imagination does the rest...