The party survey the damage, a whole tangle of bones and rusted equipment and fallen champions (if none actually got knocked unconscious, then they just fell down drunk)
"What have you done!" says a small skulking figure from the side rushing forward, grabbing handfuls of bones in his hand and crushing them to his chest as tears stream from his face.
"Oooooooooooooooh," says Chani, "that would have been the controller! We could have just bumped him on the head and stopped this." The party give Chani a look. If she is absent, dead or unconscious this is very understandable. Otherwise, the party is just being a little rude since they didn't think of it, did they?
"Should we still bump him on the head anyway?" asked someone not unconscious, but apparently very rude indeed.
"Haven't you done enough?" cried the skulking controller, thin cousin of Thomas the Tank Engine's Fat Controller. The man sadly nibbled a rusty blade and looked around for where to start.
"No!" said Halk, walking up behind the man and bumping him on the head with a bone. Halk shrugged, chucked the bone over his shoulder hitting the Fat Controller on the head - who just happened to be visiting - and then said "So, shall we go on? We must be almost finished!"
The weary party grabbed their fallen comrades and resolutely carried on to the next and final trial.
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