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Commonly available items including a ball point pen, a plastic knife, a broken wine bottle, and a broken wine glass were used to inflict stab and incised wounds to the necks of 3 previously euthanized Large White pigs. With relative ease, these items could be inserted into the necks of the pigs next to the jugular veins and carotid arteries. Despite precautions against the carrying of metal objects such as knives and nail files on board domestic and international flights, objects are still available within aircraft cabins that could be used to inflict serious and potentially life-threatening injuries. If airport and aircraft security measures are to be consistently applied, then consideration should be given to removing items such as glass bottles and glass drinking vessels. However, given the results of a relatively uncomplicated modification of a plastic knife, it may not be possible to remove all dangerous objects from aircraft. Security systems may therefore need to focus on measures such as increased surveillance of passenger behavior, rather than on attempting to eliminate every object that may serve as a potential weapon.

They needed a study to confirm this? Did they not have any imagination as kids?

: a dispute or exchange of personal abuse in verse form

Example Sentence:
In the first flyting in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, Beatrice wittily responds to Benedick’s line “What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?” with “Is it possible Disdain should die while she hath such meet / food to feed it as Signior Benedick?”

Did you know?
Flyting in 15th- and 16th-century Scotland is analogous to a modern-day rap competition during which rappers improvise clever disses and put-downs against their opponents. Similarly, the makars (a Scottish word for “poets”) engaged in verbal duels in which they voiced extravagant invectives in verse against their rivals. The base of “flyting” is the ancient verb “flyte” (also spelled “flite”), meaning “to contend” or “to quarrel.”

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That’s the problem with loving typography. It’s always a pleasure to discover a formally gorgeous, subtly expressive typeface while walking along a street or leafing through a magazine. But that joy is swiftly obliterated by the sight of a typographic howler. It’s like having a heightened sense of smell. You spend much more of your time wincing at noxious stinks, than reveling in delightful aromas.

Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just an “amateur enthusiast.”