[The gears start whirring in his head, some... sort... of thought beginning to brew like a potion, bubbling up to the surface. He looks down at the ground, Yusuke can see his lips moving as he talks to himself for all of 3 seconds- and then.
Yeah. He's got it. Science be damned.]
Launch it out to space.
[RYUJI, THAT CAN'T BE YOUR ANSWER FOR LITERALLY EVERYTHING.
But, hear him out:]
Like... clay, you put into a fire to turn it into pottery, right? If you get something down to the point of complete petrification from bein' too cold, won't its molecools [sic] like.... stop vibratin' or whatever? Then you'll have a statue of mashed potatoes and no one is ever gonna be able to tell you to stop playin' with your food.
[He smiles widely. This plan right here? Foolproof.]
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Yeah. He's got it. Science be damned.]
Launch it out to space.
[RYUJI, THAT CAN'T BE YOUR ANSWER FOR LITERALLY EVERYTHING.
But, hear him out:]
Like... clay, you put into a fire to turn it into pottery, right? If you get something down to the point of complete petrification from bein' too cold, won't its molecools [sic] like.... stop vibratin' or whatever? Then you'll have a statue of mashed potatoes and no one is ever gonna be able to tell you to stop playin' with your food.
[He smiles widely. This plan right here? Foolproof.]