How do you design that nozzle?

And they squirt the water into their mouths.

You pump it at a high pressure through a nozzle.

Flow meters and nozzles

Water's pumped from the lake and is filtered and shot as a fine mist through an array of high pressure fog nozzles, 35,000 of them. And a weather station is on the structure.

And after 45 generations, you have this incredible nozzle.

And this, this was special. Mister Pants, or Splashy, to his friends, was very popular on the Internet.

Hold your tongue, insolent rascal!

All references are erased, leaving only an optical whiteout and white noise of the pulsing nozzles.

Your lip's bleeding, George.

My mouth's bleeding, Bert!

And this vent fluid is about 600 or 700 degrees F.

Your lip stopped bleeding, too, George.

A3.5.1 Clear plain language is essential to convey information on precautionary behaviour.

He'd have looked you up and down, and licked his lips and gone, grinning from ear to ear.

Hey, your mouth's bleeding. Are you sure you're all right?

They've got fountains there that squirt you

And over the tops of them is 3,000 to 4,000 meters of water creating enormous pressure, forcing water down through the cracks toward the center of the earth, until it hits a magma chamber where it becomes superheated and supersaturated with minerals, reverses its flow and starts shooting back to the surface and is ejected out of the earth like a geyser at Yellowstone.

You could do the same with a space spray.

I saw it spurting like the fountains of the seine.

Now, I know everybody over the age of, like 45 their mouths are watering at this point.

Spray

Spray

Fountains.

There's a guy with a flame thrower there, giving me what for.

The gun that you see there sprays cells.

Shut up, and get back upstairs!

Dummy up!

Spraycan

I don't know, Mother.

That's the service bus.

A jet.

We've flown the Cassini Spacecraft by this moon now several times, flying closer and deeper into these jets, into the denser regions of these jets, so that now we have come away with some very precise compositional measurements.

I'll get the poison in my system.

A few miles.

If it was me, I'd warm up the blowtorch.

Sorceress, tranced, ecstatic, stock still on the sidewalk ragged coat hanging agape, passersby flowing around her, her mouth torn suddenly open as though in a scream, silently though, as though only in her brain or breast had it erupted.

Shut up! Once and for all, quiet!

Volcanoes erupt.

6.2.4.2 Aerosol dispensers

Sprays graffiti

Who sneezed?

A good sneeze!

If you'd loan me your Gulfstream, I'll rip its wings off and generate you a megawatt.

Now, the physics of the human brain could hardly be more unlike the physics of such a jet.