Sometimes you have to even the odds when outnumbered in a snow ball fight. Sometimes you just feel like shooting snowballs out of a modified leaf blower. Sometimes both.
In the end, Mark Rober’s icy bringer of doom, crafted to make him the most unbeatable Uncle ever in a snow ball war, is capable of clipping out tennis ball sized clumps of packed snow at 26-ish rounds per minute (or, like all things select-fire, until the magazine runs dry).
Those poor kids. Peace was never an option.
At least they get some payback at the end.