"Did it break?" somebody asks.
"Is there a tie?" somebody else asks.
"Did you guys notice I'm standing on a see-saw," asks rajrhcpfreak, "and does anyone else hear that sound like a giant anvil falling out of the sky, and about to hit the other end of this see-saw?"
Before anyone can answer, the anvil, shot into the air by the Voticutioner's own cannon, hits the other end of the see-saw, launching rajrhcpfreak into the air and directly towards the Pit O' Snakes. He flies into the snakes, who are quite rattled to have another intuder (rattled, get it? like a rattle snake? ah, you'll laugh later).
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeee!" rajrhcpfreak yells out, "There are so many snakes! They're wriggling all over me, biting into my flesh and picking my pockets! How is a simple townie supposed to survive so many snakes? I curse my townie brethren who sent me to this torture, and the scum as well who started it!" He is quickly enveloped in snaky doom. The town goes to rest for the night, and so do the snakes, who are cold-blooded.