I wait, nervous for the next round, clean but knowing that my luck can change at any time. I get even more nervous when I see that my word is pancake batter, but the thought of being covered in stickiness drives me forward to win. I run forward and spot the word with ease, winning the round. I smile, relieved and pour the bucket over Birdman, thankful it wasn't me with batter on my head. My team does well overall, and I am happy to have such a large lead over the blue team, and most of all to be clean.
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