[Steve seems . . . worried. While you’re all enjoying GORP and arguing over phallic objects, he’s looking at the ground. It’s getting darker and colder. Not even your beautiful 80s one-piece ski-suits can stop all of the chill starting to sink in.]
Bros I think I gotta go get help! You stay here! I can totally make it! Just remember, if you gotta ski down, use the wedge!
[It’s.
It’s pretty high up!
But Steve pushes the bar up and, with all the grace of an expert he jumps!
There’s a pretty nasty crack as he hits the ground.]
AAAAAAH OH GOD IT HURTS! THAT’S WHY THEY CALL IT THE BUTTCRACKER! OH FUCK ARE THOSE WOLVES? OH NO! OH GOD!
[There’s a sudden snow drift, so no one up high can see what’s happening but . . . there is lots of howling and screaming and once the snow drift clears. It seems Steve is gone.
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Bros I think I gotta go get help! You stay here! I can totally make it! Just remember, if you gotta ski down, use the wedge!
[It’s.
It’s pretty high up!
But Steve pushes the bar up and, with all the grace of an expert he jumps!
There’s a pretty nasty crack as he hits the ground.]
AAAAAAH OH GOD IT HURTS! THAT’S WHY THEY CALL IT THE BUTTCRACKER! OH FUCK ARE THOSE WOLVES? OH NO! OH GOD!
[There’s a sudden snow drift, so no one up high can see what’s happening but . . . there is lots of howling and screaming and once the snow drift clears. It seems Steve is gone.
It’s very, very cold up here. What now?]