Her tiny little running shorts ripped apart and a piece of them came back with my hand. Discarding that piece, I went back for more. Her eyes were ver... large, clearly not expecting this reaction from me. I grabbed the remaining pieces of her shorts that were still attached and pulled and ripped some more. Finally, as her shorts were merely patches of bright orange cloth strewn about haphazardly, I grinned a very pleased smile of satisfaction. She had neglected to pack a spare pair of shorts, so. It doesn't fucking break like a ceramic plate would!I give him the evil eye and search for the truth, "You're telling me this fucking piece of plastic is better than a ceramic plate?"He laughs, "Shit yes, it's polymer that's steel backed and will take multiple hits."I don't know about this shit because it's so damn light; it must only weigh 6 or 7 pounds. I declare, "Well I'm going to shoot one of these to see what happens."I lean one up against a rock, step back to fifty feet and fire twice,. " I moved one of the chairs against the table sideways, then stood him up on it. "Careful you don't fall."I got a saucepan and put it on the cutting board I had set up for him. I dumped the two cans of soup into it, then put them on the board. I got the milk and filled one of them halfway. These were the big cans of soup so it was close to a pint of milk."Think you can pick that up and pour it in the pan?" Yes."He lifted it up with two hands and carefully poured it in the pan. I had my hand. The little sticker on the side said ?350."If only I had the money I would love this picture," I said."So would I, " Dewi responded, "but do you know what would be betterthan owning it?" Dunno, what?" I asked."Being able to paint something as good if not better," he explained,"I'm sure I will be able in a few years, what about you?" Yes I think I might be able to one day," I responded.The time sped by as we examined all the pictures and discussed thetechniques used by the artists.The clock.