In the end,I did little pulling.It went where we wanted it to go on it's own.It slammed to the ground.I flipped the rope(more out of instinct then anything else),then braced myself as the inevitable gush of wind slapped against me.
"Fuckin' 'Vitreous,Mom!"Yelled Nik reggae style-excited about what he had just done.It was just another nonsense mispronounced word or phrase that had somehow caught on into our work vocabulary....Like,'Skovie';'Yella handed stewed dhwyvva' and of course,'No Gondo'.
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