"Well, Thank god the bush was here" Bushes hurt, they always hurt. Especially when the gardeners take there job too seriously and get rid off any leaves that could of made it less painful. The bike had flown across the car-park and stopped at the wheel arches of the RV. Looking around he could see lots of faces talking about him in the bush, new people and how excited they are. He sighed at this, all his street cred was going to go from king to scout. He took the hands that were offering a helping hand (The puns!) and hauled himself up.

Looking around he saw that, well lets be honest not much was happing. He took a cigarette out and lit it. with the lit cigarette hanging out his mouth he looked around "Anyone who laughs about the bush or mocks me in the bush" he took the cigarette out his mouth and smiled "May not wake up tomorrow" putting it back in "Understood?"