The door closes, coffin-like. The interior is stifling. I’ve trained years for this moment, braving broken bones and lost hair.
A muffled thump and I’m airborne. I’m tumbling freely until I can work the controls enough to level out.
Impact. I’m slammed mercilessly into the unforgiving sides.
Light streams in. Assistants help me outside to wild cheers. I survey the scorched field strewn with other fridges. I’ve gone two lengths further than the Chinese fridge.
My gold medal for the Fridge Nuke around my neck, I go explore the rest of the Hyperbolympics. Maybe I’ll check out the shark jumping.
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