[Well this goes pretty well! Too well. Exceedingly well to the point it wraps around and turns into a total failure:
Twisting the rubber bands really did its job -- while the sphere crossed the deck towards the railing, the rop bucked wildly in circles, slamming the paper half-ball against the floor with such violence pieces of the ball fly all over the place, noises like an eggshell getting thrown against a wall sounding every time it hit the floor. Not only that, the speed the ball passes by is very dangerous, to the point anyone standing nearby risked serious injury. Finally, when what little remains from the half-ball reaches the railing, the impact obliterates the remains, leaving only a small piece tied to the end of the elastic rope.
Filbo can only be silent for a moment before sheepishly scratching the back of his head and muttering:]
...I'm scrapping this idea.
[No way he can make it safe before the party. Alas]
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Twisting the rubber bands really did its job -- while the sphere crossed the deck towards the railing, the rop bucked wildly in circles, slamming the paper half-ball against the floor with such violence pieces of the ball fly all over the place, noises like an eggshell getting thrown against a wall sounding every time it hit the floor. Not only that, the speed the ball passes by is very dangerous, to the point anyone standing nearby risked serious injury. Finally, when what little remains from the half-ball reaches the railing, the impact obliterates the remains, leaving only a small piece tied to the end of the elastic rope.
Filbo can only be silent for a moment before sheepishly scratching the back of his head and muttering:]
...I'm scrapping this idea.
[No way he can make it safe before the party. Alas]