Stamm was adamant that everyone was going to do this properly, and no hilarious antics were to occur. After a 15 minute discourse over 'right, left and when to jump forward' and getting Leyla's rope to tie a big lassoo around the champions to keep them all together they were ready. He'd done this hundreds of times, although sometimes it was kind of accidental how he got through. What happended next he'd never experienced, though.
True enough the portcullis opened and closed in front of them as they stepped up to the grating. "Now remember, it's one step forward, one back, then just keep going forward." said Stamm, in a somewhat tired manner.
Forward, the portcullis dropped. Back again, the portcullis did nothing. Forward, the portcullis heaved up.
Then a blue trolin stepped out of the gloom, of the quasi-ambidextrous variety*.
Our champions panicked. Normally they would salivate at the prospect of some sword-arm exercise but you see all 48 of their hands were tied down by the rope wrapped around them, attempting to keep them together. The trolin hugrily advanced, club raised above his head.
It was then Alex shouted "Ninja dudes to the front!". Alex, Leyla, Wuuf and Azizi all shuffled and pushed their way to the front line, then Nabi the Prophet foresaw what was forecoming and shouted out the Can-Can.
The Troblin's last memories would be one of kicking, screaming, whooping, feet-in-the-face and Nabi shouting "La la la-la-la Laa Laa la-la-la Laa Laa."
Now move on past the open portcullis to 28
* He's left handed, apart from when he faces to the left, then the club changes hands. Do you see it?