And btw writing this on the side of a humongous wood log laying above round sea rocks from the size of watermelons and meterotes. 

Wearing construction boots. Saving my feets and feeling confident. As i jumped to the log i got slip and felt. "You have no power here!", the wooden log told to me laughing. Then I notice the slimmy tink the wood emits that it makes the floor not to be compatible with synthetic fabrics in chores of human confidence. 

All is gud now tho. Heading back now towards the bunch in the restaurant.