Conversation · Hand/Eye Coordination

There! On the ice. Target practice.

I don't have time for shenanigans. [Leave.]

I don't see anything but a seagull.

Precisely. No obstructions, just the seagull. Pick up some dirt and throw it at the bird. Come on, hurry up!

No, don't throw anything at the bird, the bird will get hurt!

Here it comes again... (Pick up some more dirt and launch it at the bird.)

A clump of soil seems to graze the bird's wing, but the gull just fluffs its feathers and turns another side. It really doesn't seem to care.

'Fuck off, you bipedal rodent,' whispers its psionic eye.

Better, but practice makes perfect! One more time -- right into the seabull's eye!

Enough. [Leave.]

Okay, one more time... (Hurl the mother of all dirt clods at the gull.)

Oh no...

What if the bird gets hurt?

It's a seagull. They're practically immortal. And the only thing you'll be throwing is some dirt. It's guaranteed no one will get hurt.

Come on, do it, don't be such a pussy -- it'll be fun! Especially while the lieutenant is gone...

No, it won't be fun, it'll be annoying. You'll be annoying.

It will be okay -- from a purely physical point of view. These birds are used to worse things than bits of flying soil. And you'll miss.

Alright, here we go... (Pick up some dirt and throw it at the seagull.)

Particles of soil, grass, and tiny rocks fly in a wide arc over the seagull's head. The bird doesn't even bat an eye.

Told you we needed to practice! What if this was a combat situation? We wouldn't be talking anymore. Try again!

What?

Target practice. For improving your aim. Some of us have been wondering when you'll get around to that.