Jacob got up from under the carpet, ow! Jacobs neck was killing him now. Maybe getting back on the carpet was a bad idea, he was actually getting kinda dizzy, but Jacob didn't want to look like a wimp. You know, he had a tough beater reputation to keep, though his fear of spiders and cakes were not helping the cause. Jacob got back on to the carpet.

Questions? "yes, um... Can I get a helmet" you know, safety first. What if the thing floors again.

He definetly liked brooms better.