I recall waaaay back in the day, we weren't allowed to throw the ball too terribly hard, nor were we allowed to aim for the head. In fact, we tried to protect the "more-padded" (is that P.C. enough? LOL) kids on the team so they wouldn't be easy targets. Guess we should've let them become "oppressed" by the opposing team. The only "targets" we had were the known asshats in class. Like, Donnie Tucker. The kid who farted like his ass was a weapon-- his gas was a heat-seeking missile used to trap you in a corner, blast you while you entered the classroom, and made you cry for your mother. Yeah, I may have "accidentally" pegged him in the head with a dodgeball. But my cute pigtails and sweet disposition meant I would never intentionally try to knock-out gas-ass as he knocked us out... But I digress.
I say we gather these researchers for a game of dodgeball. Let's see how they do.
P.S. F&ck you, Canada!