Dad, I've got an invention. Its a new surgery where you take out the middle of bones to make yourself lighter so that you're one step closer to flight. After 60 years old or older. My hypothesis is that one has already made all the blood cells one needs by that age, and they will not run out before you naturally die of age.
Dad, I'm going to blow so hard that I flip over in the air. And when you blow so hard that you flip over in the air you're blowing while you're falling. I bet a lot of people have thought of that idea. Or maybe not.
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