Scott flies up in the air.
"But of course! Behold, the power of a snowglobe!"
A blast of cold ray to make the ice, a blast of concussion air to shatter it into flakes, and a centerfuge beam to spin it.
Snow for two minutes in Keystone City, over the street, with not a cloud in the sky.
"Not the most impressive thing, but I like it!"
Scooter just hovers near Iris, watching.
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