Another day at the races and another obstacle course to ascend. It was one of those days where you were just going through the motions and hoping for something interesting to happen. You'd run this course at least a hundred times before, after all, and you didn't make it to the Finals very consistently. SOMETHING had to change.

Thankfully, it seemed as though there was some fun to be had after all. Just up ahead, there was another contestant trying and failing to pull his stubby, beany body up the wall ahead while everyone was passing him. His grip was fine, but he was grunting and kicking his feet around as he struggled in vain to climb the wall, and thus was just sort of dangling there. As you got closer, you could hear him complaining.

"Hrrgh...! Gah... Aw man, why's it gotta be the first round? My arms aren't built for this...!"

He seemed like he might have SOME experience. But judging by his total lack of cosmetics...not a whole not. This guy was a newbie to the sport. And he was also providing the opportunity for a shakeup - a break from the motions - that you had been looking for.

His soft, exposed feet dangling in mid-air as he failed to scale the wall; his toes curling, relaxing and idly wiggling between each attempt... It wouldn't hurt to play with them, would it? Assuming his grip held strong - heck, even if it didn't - you'd have the new guy's feet all to yourself until the round ended. And the qualifiers had only just started, so you would have a WHILE before your fun was cut short. No reason not to seize the day, right?