That's the nice thing about magnetic fields. I don't have to see what you're doing so long as I can sense it and cell phones have all those lovely metal bits.
Et tu, my dear, et tu. And as not only a native of lovely Illinois, but one fortunate enough to be provided with cold-weather gear, as it were, always at the ready . . . how could I not love winter?
I protest! Snow is perfectly natural. When you drop water particles through the coldness of the uperatomsphere (and be glad you're down here, not up there) it freezes, forming delecate crystal structure and acumulating the way rain would if it couldn't run off in the streets. Basic chemistry.
Absolutely. Science is an exacting mistress, and demands proper attention to every last little detail. I foresee numerous trial throws.
Of course, we couldn't possibly ask Lorna to subject herself to such an ordeal simply out of the goodness of her heart, could we? Why, that would be downright cruel. I think we simply must locate a stand-in for the poor girl. Experimental ethics demand it.
. . . Why, Alison, you're close to her size, aren't you? Certainly close enough for ballpark figures, I'd say . . .
I can't WAIT! Someone needs to find Ororo and nag her about HUGE snowbanks! Lots of light fluffy snow! At least one that should be oh, I don't know... ten feet high? She could do that easily, after all. And Lorna should watch, to observe landing techniques and all!!!
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You know... if we got Ororo to do a snowbank about of, six feet high minimum, on the west side, near the balcony with the bay windows. Someone could, theoretically, race down the hallway and jump out.
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*takes out cell phone*
*cheats*
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For about thirty seconds.
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*will just have to ask Hank to throw Lorna in snowbank, when there is enough snow, ha*
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:D
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Just let me know when you'd like her catapulted, and how far.
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Kathrine Rebecca Pryde.
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This is, incidentally, the only planet in the solar system where snowball fights are possible. Aren't we lucky?
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Ok. On my way up. If Alex is willing to help us with Lorna I'm sure he'll help us with you.
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Now. We may need to experiment a bit. Taking wind factor in consideration, and all that stuff. ;)
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Of course, we couldn't possibly ask Lorna to subject herself to such an ordeal simply out of the goodness of her heart, could we? Why, that would be downright cruel. I think we simply must locate a stand-in for the poor girl. Experimental ethics demand it.
. . . Why, Alison, you're close to her size, aren't you? Certainly close enough for ballpark figures, I'd say . . .
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YES! :D
Oh, I most certainly volunteer for this. We can only have the most perfect snow bank toss for my roomie, after all! >:D
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You know... if we got Ororo to do a snowbank about of, six feet high minimum, on the west side, near the balcony with the bay windows. Someone could, theoretically, race down the hallway and jump out.
(I have first dibs on piggy rides for that!)
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