Let he who dealt 'em smelt 'em, I say. Little Hawk, the predicate ("or make it snow in Sandy Ego") had a preceding subject, namely the steely glare mentioned in the previous post. Prepare your amends instanter, sirrah. As fdor the hot air being generated in chilly Pocatello, please be so good as to send some of to our suffering friends along the Eastern seaboard. I imagine half of it should be more than enough to clean up the snow surplus and reduce the rising water levels. You don't even have to ship it over to them--just aim your piehole and keep on emitting your prolix, overheated, garrulous narcissistic exaggerations.! People from Kendal all the way down to Sidewalk Bob will thank you.