Have yourself catapulted back across

Fuck this acid smelling foul place! You can stand it no longer. You sell everything you have here for a "Palting". You have vivid memories of that fateful night being drunk and flung across to show how brave you are. That pain on landing. The horror of flinging being the only way back. Your friends here throw you a palting party. You get smashed on a local thornberry fermented plant drink called thrums. This helps embolden you are the fling. You get into the passenger palt. It's like a great slingshot. Your neck is supported to prevented whip lash. You almost back out but now the conductor presses the button. You fling out high above the toxic levels of the moat vapors. The air is actually fresh and cool. Here comes the scary part, the landing. You land perfectly, on just soft impact absorbing quilt. Your cool. All is well. You are free now,