We could have a whole vent diagram of people than stop time, start time, or be immune to it. Imagine just going out for drinks with friends when times stops. But this has happened before so you walk across town, go in some dudes living room, and force his fingers to snap.
“Ah! Oh it’s you. Time stopped again?” “Yup” “Alright. Well hopefully whoever’s stopping time this time doesn’t REALLY like to snap.” “Hopefully. Well might be seeing more of me again. Bye!”
I’ll never understand you burnt dust lovers. I want my teeth to sink into a delicious warm and gooey inside that showcases all the juicy oil and milk inside.