Because we'd rather die on our feet than live on your 30.48 centimeters.
I don't know, they're all too busy complaining about this joke.
Two. One to screw it in and one to take credit for it.
Because when they shouted "GET DOWN!" they all started dancing.
Because he reached terminal velocity.
Because cross products don't commute!
Roofs.
Cause if you dragged them by the feet, they'd fill up with dirt.
Take your foot off of their head.
They refuse to have liters.
