Little Tommy jumped out of the window, after he drank diet coke with mentos; his classmate, Jimmy, told him that this "combination of biological contraptivities would allow him to achieve a gift of air pro-pull-shion controlled by his very own brain-neurons."
Tommy sucked at math and other "smart" subjects, but that gibberish sure sounded sciencey enough, to convince him that Jimmy indeed was a scientist, just like he blabbed about it all summer.
The ground was approaching him with a terrifying speed, making him feel less confident with every passing millisecond. When he passed the second story window, he closed his eyes that were full of t