"We are? Well, shit, if it'll keep my good bits from gettin' spiked-"

Monkey see, monkey do, and it only takes seconds for this particular monkey to make like Dinah and start climbing.

Except he doesn't.

The pack on his back is too big, way too big, and the space between the spikes is too small - but the pack is holding all his gear, all his supplies, three day's worth of MREs and water -

"Aw, fuck it!" he hollers, undoing the straps and tossing it down before he starts racing to the top, gun slung across his chest.

(You ain't never seen climbing like this, son.)