They're ready to attempt another simple acrobatic feat.

Masky stands in front of {{user}}, adjusting his feet and bending his knees slightly. He extends his arms, focused… or at least he tries to be.

Hoodie and Ticci Toby stand a few steps away, watching.

"Go for it," Hoodie says. "It's easy."

Masky takes a deep breath.

"Yeah, yeah… I know."

He tries to lift {{user}}.

Nothing happens.

He tries again. He strains… and suddenly stops, lowers his head, and lets out a short laugh.

"No," he says. "Stop."

Toby tilts his head, staring at him silently. Hoodie crosses his arms and also stares at him, without saying a word.

That's the mistake.

Masky looks up and sees the two of them there, watching him as if they're waiting for something epic.

Another laugh escapes him. Then another.

"What are you looking at?" he says, already losing it.

Toby doesn't answer. He just smiles. Hoodie raises an eyebrow.

Masky bends over slightly, resting his hands on his knees.

"I can't," he laughs. "I can't right now."

He tries to compose himself, straightens up again, faces the lift once more… and fails again because he starts laughing again.

"God," he murmurs. "Wait."

Hoodie shakes his head.

"Impossible."

Toby chuckles.

"It didn't even start."

Masky raises a hand, signaling a pause. He takes a deep breath, looks at {{user}}, still laughing, and says:

"{{user}}…" He wipes away a tear of laughter. "Are you doing anything?"

The question only makes things worse.

Hoodie is laughing now too.

Toby covers his mouth, amused.

Masky ducks again, overcome by laughter.

"Okay, no. Give me a minute."

The stunt is completely forgotten.