[SNOWBALL ALERT!!1 Except not, because this kid has the worst case of molasses reflexes that anyone can have. So he's still standing there like a dunce when all the Usyagis scatter, the snowball sailing through their midst and smacking him dab center on the forehead, knocking his hat off.]
Ack!
[He'll just. stand here. grumpily. while the snow tumbles merrily off his face.]