@UNKNOWNFILE: You died, remember? The game reloaded to before you left the pogostick hanging.

I took out the one-way pogo stick and tried to bounce my way to see over the crowd. A Canadian with a flamethrower melted the pogo stick right out from under me.
"NOOOO!!!" Fooruman cried. "My precious pogo stick! I... I never even got to say... goodbye." A tear ran down the old wizard's face. Suddenly, I didn't see a senile old fool anymore, and I didn't see... erm, yeah. You get the idea.

NO EXITS, FOO.