For two hours and forty nights, I eat chewys. Soon I tire of sticky paper, I grow angry. So I fire Johnny Seven, but grenade it veers to east. Knocks Stretch Armstrong off tree. He falls on Matchbox motorised motorway, causing pile up. I seek forgiveness and ride for two days on my BMX in my Spiderman outfit. Ohhh, yes.
And then, no, and then, this was no ordinary journey. Absolutely no way. No ordinary journey. Because, my BMX was not equipped with stabilisers. So, I come, to be here.