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Edgar: Alright. We're taking up space on land at such an alarming pace that I believe we should move forward with the find another home project, with your assistance.
Damien: ... Ok... I'm awaiting my orders... Your highness...
Edgar: Good. I need you to fly up all the way to the top of the stratosphere without any protection and see how long you can survive there.
Damien: ... Uhh... Studies say that I'd pass out within seconds (to minutes) and that I'd die within a few minutes or so... Also, the atmospheric pressure is quite low compared to the atmospheric pressure on land, so there'd be much less oxygen for me to breathe in...
Edgar: Yes, yes. However, science is based on EXPERIMENTS, not STUDIES. I think?
Damien: ...
Edgar: Anyways, we shall never know unless we try. Am I correct?
Damien: [He thinks to himself] (Now I know where Will gets his idiocy from...)
Damien: [He flies to the top of the stratosphere on his broom]
Edgar: Well, so far so good. You see? You're alive and well.
Edgar: Everybody, look! We're making history today. Perhaps the stratosphere IS habitable.
Edgar's wife: [She deadpans] Uh, dear... He's already passed out, developed hypothermia, developed decompression sickness, and... Is about to perish...
Edgar: ...
Edgar: I shall contact my lawyer.