Picture the scene. A delicate (built like a Russian tank you mean) Vikki sits atop a grassy knoll (no, not that one) and gently holds in one hand a daisy.
Pulling off one petal while the sun shines lusterously down she says "I will buy on."
Then pulling off petals one by one she murmours "I shan't buy one, I shall buy one, I shan't buy one."
This goes on until the penultimate petal is pulled with a wonderous cry of "I WILL BUY ONE!!!"
Then the last petal is spotted and rudely ripped off the delicate flower head with a teeth grinding "I shan't buy one."
Our delicate Vikki, clad in satin, silk and lace (WHAT! That's just too much! Satin and... Stop it, you're killing me.... Jeans and a bloody t-shirt innit!). Ok, ok. Vikki looks tearfully at the flower head then starts to smile, ripping the head off she triumphantly shouts "I shall buy one!"
But this isn't playing the game at all, oh no, and now she is left with the flower stem. Surely if the head counted then the stem must count as well. Whipping out an extremely sharp pair of scissors (oh, God, here we go, here comes the highly immprobable if not just downright impossible) she starts slicing up the stem: "I shall buy one, I shan't buy one, I shall buy one."
Until the last pair of atoms are rent assunder with "I shan't buy one! What the FLIP!" Our fair maiden screams!
OK, if you thought the previous bit was highly dubious....
(Fair maiden? Alright - I'll let you have that one). Vikki holds up a single atom in a very fine pair of tweezers and asks, "Anyone know how to split an atom?"
Please, please, please don't tell her there are quarks, sub-quarks, leptons and any number of exotic particles in an atom - we'll be here all bloody year!
Pulling off one petal while the sun shines lusterously down she says "I will buy on."
Then pulling off petals one by one she murmours "I shan't buy one, I shall buy one, I shan't buy one."
This goes on until the penultimate petal is pulled with a wonderous cry of "I WILL BUY ONE!!!"
Then the last petal is spotted and rudely ripped off the delicate flower head with a teeth grinding "I shan't buy one."
Our delicate Vikki, clad in satin, silk and lace (WHAT! That's just too much! Satin and... Stop it, you're killing me.... Jeans and a bloody t-shirt innit!). Ok, ok. Vikki looks tearfully at the flower head then starts to smile, ripping the head off she triumphantly shouts "I shall buy one!"
But this isn't playing the game at all, oh no, and now she is left with the flower stem. Surely if the head counted then the stem must count as well. Whipping out an extremely sharp pair of scissors (oh, God, here we go, here comes the highly immprobable if not just downright impossible) she starts slicing up the stem: "I shall buy one, I shan't buy one, I shall buy one."
Until the last pair of atoms are rent assunder with "I shan't buy one! What the FLIP!" Our fair maiden screams!
OK, if you thought the previous bit was highly dubious....
(Fair maiden? Alright - I'll let you have that one). Vikki holds up a single atom in a very fine pair of tweezers and asks, "Anyone know how to split an atom?"
Please, please, please don't tell her there are quarks, sub-quarks, leptons and any number of exotic particles in an atom - we'll be here all bloody year!
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