You are all enduring this bus ride admirably. Singing 99 bottles and mass singing along to songs on the radio, no matter how bad. But the bus pulls up to a vast wide moat. Bubbling Vomit Land is on the other side and the bridge has broken apart and fallen into the boiling hot vomit and churns acidic mists up from below. The smell of it nearly makes you vomit on the spot. Everyone gets out to gaze over the edge, but only for a second, the vaporous mist coming from above it really hot and nasty. The moat goes down down so fairly far only a hint of the brown churning below. Mostly obscured by clouds of acidic foulness. Everyone gets on the bus and it pulls a safe distance away from the moat. Everyone breathes the clean air and savors it. The driver makes some calls. He says that the bridge will be out for about seven months. The only other way to BVL is via catapult. A monstrous human slingshot that flings human beings up and over the moat and down onto tarps stretched out by iron posts. He warns that a lot of people misfired and where plunged screaming to their deaths in the moat. Others have been impaled on the metal posts supporting the tarps beyond. The choice is yours, across the moat flying or a free ride back to where we picked you up from and our humble apologies.