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Billy is sitting outside in the cold, just above the ground (a trick borrowed from Xaldin), with a collection of objects spread out in front of him. The cup, bouncy ball, book, and room key are all stubbornly refusing to move as Billy stares at them with intensity usually reserved for super villains, difficult math problems, or coffee.
"I want the ball to float. I want the ball to float. I want the ball to float. IwanttheballtofloatIwanttheballtofloatIwanttheballtofloatIwanttheballtofloat--"
Nothing.
He doesn't quite stomp his foot in frustration, but it's a very near thing.
"I WANT THE STUPID BALL TO FLOAT."
...distractions would be welcome.
"I want the ball to float. I want the ball to float. I want the ball to float. IwanttheballtofloatIwanttheballtofloatIwanttheballtofloatIwanttheballtofloat--"
Nothing.
He doesn't quite stomp his foot in frustration, but it's a very near thing.
"I WANT THE STUPID BALL TO FLOAT."
...distractions would be welcome.