Moving up.
Ow! Bloody roofing beams! Are bicycle helmets always made of styrofoam? I thought they employed something slightly harder in their construction. No? Gotcha. Anyway.... ow! Oh, hi out there in cyberland. No, we haven't elected to return to interstellar space after only one full week back on Earth. Lawd, no. I'm cracking my skull on the roof beams of our beloved abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, here on terra firma. I and my Big Green colleagues are being subjected to yet another one of Mitch Macaphee's haywire mad-science experiments involving gravity, sunlight, air thickness, blah-blah-blah. I don't know what all else, as they say. In any case, he's got the gravity component of it right... in as much as we ain't got any. Somehow Mitch has stumbled upon a formula (or process) for selectively negating gravity without the aid of, say, a jet pack or motorized propeller beanie. I think he does it with dominos... stacks them end-to-end. (Don't ask me how it works, ...