Man i remember in 1992, Hurricane Bob clearly ripped our storm door and flown it down our street hill in Somerset, MA. Our closet was leaking with water. Basically our house was going ape shit due to the wind speeds.
Now we have Hurricane Earl who wants to rape the North East. Its been a while we haven't had any tropical storm. I would prob take my shirt off and stand in the weather outside while its pouring and wind gusts of 100MPH.
You know, to really make this storm die, just grab a fucking golden gun, aim steady at the eye of the hurricane and press the trigger. The fucking hurricane will instantly vanish and get killed. If Trevelyan can die by one shot with a GG... then Earl should too..
I wonder if you can pour salt in a hurricane and thing either slows the wind speeds or kills the hurricane hmmm.