#spiritsays: Giving it a whirl, the ridemaster dished out his worst, testing your grip strength and top volume. When blessedly grounded, you walked away on wobbly legs wide awake and hyperaware, giving a wide berth to the chili dogs that looked so tasty before the ride. Congratulations, you’ve officially cleared away the cobwebs.
#spiritsays: Used to friends egging him on, Henri-Pierre was a pro when it came to resisting the verbal nudge. Cobwebs could grow under his feet for all he cared, but he was his own man and would not be pushed. Dumbfounded at his reluctance to step into what was so clearly a good thing, his friends left him to stew on the sagging shelf. Hey immovable object, it’s time to make a move.