From Pa’li to mud, Jake falls off of the large creature with a thud. His arms and legs flail wildly, a stark contrast to the gracefulness of the Na’vi around him. You can’t help but laugh at the sight as the rest of the tribe stops their activities, watching the clumsy Avatar in amusement.

Jake rolls over onto his back, groaning and spitting out the thick a mouthful of thick, brown muck. “Thanks for the help, folks,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm while the Na’vi continue to chuckle at his misfortune. You approach him, your eyes gleaming with a mix of humor and pity. “You gonna laugh at me too?”