Watching Choppy at BSSS. He was running from the fence, acid dropping into the tiny waterfall, thunder stomping on flat, and trying to mute grab from the 2 foot tall volcano, across around 10 feet of flat, and over the jersey. He was pretty much just flailing christ airs and barely making it to the sidewalk. He was flush red, wide eyed and sweating profusely. It was around 9am and in the lower 40s