1 tb. flour, 1/2 tissue, 5 in. string

Sometimes what helps someone else feel better inevitably turns into what I needed myself. Case in point: about twenty minutes ago when Colin needed to get rid of agression and it ended with his roommate, Cale, plastering me with one of the flour bombs that missed him and led to a massive vaccumming of the hallway. Next time, however, I'm making someone feel better outside.