Caitlin, Crystal and I were strolling down the sidewalk when we noticed all of the little patches of sneachta lying around and refusing to melt. So we kicked them, we stomped on them until their brains spilled onto the sidewalk; the clear blood splattered and seeped into our shoes. And people, shocked, looked at us in disbelief and horror. Nobody talked to us. We didn't care. We were laughing together; the merry murderesses, killers in tandem, bosom slayers with a mean, mean kick.
But then we walked to Physics, and Physics did the same thing to us.
Oh well. I guess it makes sense. Somebody In Charge, at Some Point, said Something to the effect of this: Whosoever kills by the sword will die by the sword.
So I guess that can be a phrase which here means: Whosoever murders sneachta on the way to Physics class will be absolutely slaughtered by Physics class.
I wonder why we didn't think of that before...