[Christopher opens his umbrella on one that gets too close—and as probability would have it, it gets set on fire by the edge of the umbrella.] If you keep this up, you'll freeze me in time. [He sounds amused as he looks at how many are suspended in the air. It's relatively easy to quickly toss the mass into one of the airlocks and send it all away into space, with a few swings of the umbrella.]
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