At 30,000 feet the child's blood bursts. 150cm of woven silk are needed instantly to tie their blood in, the doctor says, or they will die. "Your tie, give it to me," he commands. Ashamed of your crass inability to tie a knot, you shake your head in silence. "There's no time! Come on you fool!" Sheepishly, you yank the clip-on tie from your collar. Faces fall.
That child would have invented jetboots, robot bffs, and world peace. Well done, Clip-on.