“Joyce! Look out for that banana peel on the floor in front of you!”: that’s what Mr. Carps said, both aloud and via his telepathic capability. It was so important, he couldn’t take any chances; it was the time to be redundant. Now was the moment where it was appropriate to do the same thing twice.

“That’s the dreaded Equatorial Banana Peel in front of you,” he elaborated. “If you step on it, not only will you slip unsteadilly across the floor, up the wall, across the ceiling, and out the window like your sister Shirley Whippoorwill, but you will then dangerously gain speed and slip your way around the Earth’s equator!”