Having a guy like Chad run into you in a friction-less world and all that happens is you fall on your ass? Not too bad. Chad snatched up a bat as he passed by a bunch of them, not without trouble, nearly slipping and falling flat on his face, with a flurry of long legs and big arms to find a balance. Picking up a bat without friction? Not easy. Thankfully, some of them were leaning against the fense; much easier to sweep than to grab. Once centred, he swung the bat a little, so he could drift back over toward Ranma. But the bat did go flying out of his hands in the other direction.

"I'd offer my hand to help," he said as he approached, "but I don't think it'd do any good."