I speak as though you could burn down the ornaments on the table. But we need ketchup as much as we need salt and pepper. And napkins!
Turn the philosopher kings to liquid and send them downstream.
Philosopher kings, like overturned buckets of rock salt and ice leftover from an attempt at making homemade ice cream, turned liquid.
Be careful about pouring that rock salt down the sink or ruining the homemade ice cream with it. Vanilla sucks when it's salty. Or don't be careful. To hell with the Clone Snowmen--just don't send them to the lowest bolgia of the Inferno where they would stay as fresh as Lucifer in his Sea of Ice.
Are you thinking Frosty whines too much in those Christmas cartoons?
But what if we could melt Plato's Clone Snowmen? Give Darth Vader fingerprints? What would our universe be without grim? Having melted, only your coal eyes and top hat remain?