If the Kennyrope grew, but the spikes/thorns along the way didn't shrink, then everyone would get pierced ANYWAY in the end.
Something told me that EVEN IF the thorns had accommodated the length of the Kennyrope until now, it wouldn't necessarily continue like this; on the contrary.
"PICK THE NEXT KENNY UP! "The one who was now above me yelled, while I was unable to feel my fucking arms or my joints in general.
The fall was not as free as I had experienced it before, and it was somehow reassuring to have someone holding onto me, EVEN IF THAT ONE WAS DUMB AS STRAW.
"YOU FUCKER, DIDN'T YOU NOTICE THAT WHEN THE ROPE GROWS, WE WILL ALL GET THORNED ANYWAY??" I yelled with all my might, swallowing a whole fucking bunch of sand in the process.
"DO WE HAVE A CHOICE?" came back after some time; we were still falling as he switched hold on my legs so that I would face ahead.
Why the fuck do we all have so much strength if nobody can use their upgraded power?
