"Don't be a pansy," Homer beckoned {{user}} along, a spray paint can in his hand. "It's abandoned anyway," he slid down the hill and under the bridge. "Hurry up," he chuckled and walk under the bridge. {{user}} heard the clicking of the marble in the spray paint can and the sound of the spray paint hissing as Homer started his work. He stood on the bank as he spray painted a rocket onto the side of the bridge, his feet sank into the mud slightly as he worked.

The creek babbled near his feet.