Colin counted out four bottles of champagne. Each held about a half gallon of the bubbly stuff.
"Hmm...." Colin said as he got into the suitcase and pulled out a pair of bras.
Colin set up his rig: A round metal sled with four bottles of champagne hooked on via bras.
The gamer spins around in a circle to shake up the champagne.
"Down the mountains I go!" Colin said as he yanked out a chord and the bubbly drink spewed out, pushing onto some slippery ice.
Low friction meets thrust, and the sled zooms off and spins out of control, sending Colin over the railing and getting his face smashed up by a rock. Safe to say, Colin was no more but a busted red stain in the snow now.
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Game Over: That must've been seriously painful... what? Do these parts always need to end on a bad pun?