Ok, here we go. This is the big one. You came this far, Greg. Let’s not blow it.

Oh, no! Falling rock! Brace yourself! Duck!

Oh. It’s foam. That was. Soft.

Keep moving!

You’ve been training. Keep at it. First Guts, then the Olympics. Make Dad proud. He’s watching somewhere.

Oh God no! They’re releasing something from the ceiling! It could be a freezing cold rush of water that knocks me over and plummets me off the mountain and-it’s glitter.

Oh.

I guess it’s kinda gross to get glitter in your mouth. Ppph. Pppph. Nasty. I hope I don’t find glitter in my hair two weeks after this. Then I’ll be pissed.

Alright, just need to persevere a little longer and … oh. I won.

Dad? Where are you, Dad?