Oh, forget it. When I was six, and this was after I was five and before I turned seven, there was a man who had a hat. He wore this hat on his head like anyone else who wore hats on thier heads, which is to say, it was on his head, clutching his scalp. You're all wrong. And for those of you who said that gravity smells like nothing, you're boring and even more wrong than anyone else.
Gravity smells like a cool summer breeze next to a sewer.
The type that melt in your mouth and only a gallon of milk can save you. The type that great men have fought wars over and brothers have turned in their siblings for just to get the smallest morsel of one crumb. That's what gravity smells like. I think that gravity smells like Cheez Wiz. Well, it's obvious.