As his stomach began to gurgle like a waking volcano, he knew it was showtime. He stepped up to the ledge, overlooking a crowd of unsuspecting pedestrians, pristine parked cars, and outdoor dining setups. 🪂 The Plunge

It all began at the top of the luxury Grand Hotel. Barnaby had just polished off a suspicious combination of: with extra jalapeños A large pepperoni pizza drenched in hot sauce Two liters of fizzy prune juice to wash it all down

: He nailed a group of snobby art critics standing outside a gallery, covering them in a wave of brown sludge.

: He finished his run by landing directly inside an open-top limousine, leaving the wealthy passengers in a state of pure, muddy shock. 🏆 The Aftermath