The Ledge
As we got closer to the research site in the mountains, a most unfortunate event occurred.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Carl, you must stay focused!
Shut up, Abacus! I gotta read this text!
OH SHIT!
Trip!
Luckily, I was able to grab hold of a ledge and save our lives.
Carl, I’ve got a solid hold! Stay still!
HOLY CRAP! WE’RE GONNA DIE, MAN!
As we hung from the ledge, I tried to calm my hysteric companion with a familiar quote.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
There is nothing to fear, but fear itself!
Carl responded with, what I assume to be, a quote of similar merit.
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus.
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuthing ta fuck wit.
Carl, what in the heavens are you doing? Are those pills?
I’m not dying in pain!
Afterwards, Carl admitted to knocking himself out with approximately 80,000 mg of allergy medication.