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Spurred onwards by the growing heat in your heart, you channel every protein bar commercial your fractured mind can remember and clamber onto the ice floe with the speed of a crap-covered torpedo!
Perfect timing, too–despite being three eyes down, the colossus still seems pretty dead-set on killing you. That’s the impression you get as it slams its fist into the muck behind you, at least! Launched skyward on your slippery skiff, you hear Oti and Tzah-Tzie shout out as they watch you fly–the former hurling another wave of ice into the golem’s gob, the latter screaming something about poses as she strums her instrument like a mad… fuzzy… woman thing.
Despite the distractions, it dawns on you that you aren’t having trouble staying atop the iceberg–in fact, you’re practically <span class="mu-i">STUCK</span> to it! You realize why once you attempt to lift your foot–your fresh coat of ‘<span class="mu-i">paint</span>’ acts like an adhesive against the ice, keeping your boots securely attached to the polar platform! You’re definitely gonna have to wash up if you survive this, though…
As the iceberg reaches the apex of its flight, you find yourself at just the right angle and height to deliver another decisive blow to the surly sewer worker! And if some more gas built up, well…
<span class="mu-r">All the better!</span>
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+3 Spinner’s Song, +2 Stable Footing and Angle, +7 Luck??, -2 Dark, , -7 SEWAAAGE!) to flush this fool! Best of 3!
