Chop it, give it a swift smack of the abductor digiti minimi. That's my motto. Take action. I’m working on a sweet potato farm. It's a jubilous potatflagration to rival the great Idaho flatspaces. On the ropes, some would call me, but my ropes are made of the perfect combination of give and elasticity. I'm just sinking to bounce back in a manner that doesn't disobey the laws of physics. I'm going to bounce back in force proportional to the force in which my body hit the just-stretchy-enough ropes, accounting for the energy lost to heat and other such atrocious limitations.