Cave, it is nigh upon impossible to launch a possum from the top of The Peabody into the Mississippi River using medieval siege engines. The distance is 1,492 feet. We would have to disassemble a mighty catapult or trebuchet, haul the parts up to the rooftop, re-assemble the contraption, and hope our engineering is sufficient to hurl Madine into Old Man River over 3 football fields distance. We have to be realistic here.
Likewise, Beale Street is a distance. And we'd have to have the arc really high to clear the buildings and hit pavement right on Beale. We wouldn't want our Madine to go crashing through a bar window. Well, maybe we do. That's a tough call.
BUT, we could sneak a smaller device up to the rooftop and chuck Madine into the baseball field. That's doable. We'd have to clear the stands right behind home plate. Having Madine splat onto the exterior of a baseball field just won't do. That would be tacky.
Also, Affirm or somebody mentioned bringing some Furman ducks to The Peabody. Great idea, yet it won't play out well in the execution. A Furman duck would stalk and kill every last one of those Peabody ducks. Furman ducks are not to be trusted. They're vicious. And the swans are worse. Bitter, hateful hateful waterfowl. Ungrateful turd factories.
I had an incident with a Furman duck back in 1980. I got the short end of that exchange, let me tell you. Its enough to say I did not go back in the ring for Round 2. A few weeks later I liberated some Cesium from Dr. Trubeck's chemistry lab - it was in a jar in kerosene because Cesium hates water something fierce. I unscrewed that jar and tossed it on the nesting thingy where my nemesis duck was abiding. WHOOOOM; it made like a yellow colored dome eruption a good fifteen feet in diameter. F you duck, and F you swan.
Didn't think the UFFP would have me back, perhaps. Well, maybe I'm not "the norm". I don't "wear clothes that fit me". I'm not "hygienic" and "pop my white heads with a compass I used in high school".