If you hit Germany, I'm gonna shoot you to hell. All your not-so-tiny 26 pieces. Crash-land in the seas.
And NASA, why can't you predict where it's going to land? As if twelve hours before the breakup are enough to runrunrun. O_o
WE ARE ALL DOOMED! THE END IS NEAR! *flails* Wasn't it supposed to happen next year's December? *headdesk*
Though, according to my sister, you can hit her school anytime you want. I got directions right here via Google Maps. Just ping me.
RUN, PEOPLE, RUN. Headless chicken, yikes. xD