Gyaaahgh! [COLD COLD COLD! He swats at his neck and stumbles back a pace or two, keeping his back away from her. FINE. Fine, he'd play this game. But only for so long.]
[Ralph bends down and scoops up a mound of snow that could easily have made half a Heather. He raises it above his head and hurls it at her.]
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[Ralph bends down and scoops up a mound of snow that could easily have made half a Heather. He raises it above his head and hurls it at her.]